Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Hungary and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sarah Menescal to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Sex Pistols,
The Pretty Things,
The Count Five,
David Axelrod,
Bang On A Can,
Babytalk,
The Blues Magoos,
the Sonics,
Eden Ahbez,
Joey Negro,
Whodini,
Donny Hathaway,
Groovy Waters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aloha Tigers,
Jawbox,
Dual Sessions,
Matthew Bourne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Max Romeo,
Don Cherry,
Von Mondo,
Henry Cow,
Duran Duran,
The J.B.'s,
Fear,
Andrew Hill,
DJ Sneak,
Yaz,
The Litter,
Bauhaus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
a-ha,
The Walker Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
The Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
Jacques Brel,
Electric Prunes,
The Remains,
Pantaleimon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Echospace,
Oblivians,
Anthony Braxton,
Ken Boothe,
Derrick Morgan,
The Index,
Joe Smooth,
R.M.O.,
Minnie Riperton,
Hashim,
The Mummies,
Funkadelic,
Ohio Players,
The Angels of Light,
Los Fastidios,
Sarah Menescal,
Donald Byrd,
Eddi Front,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.