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 Papua New Guinea and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jeru the Damaja to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Index,
Robert Hood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Little Man,
48th St. Collective,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fear,
Prince Buster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nico,
The Buckinghams,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Christie,
Tomorrow,
Mad Mike,
8 Eyed Spy,
Althea and Donna,
Todd Rundgren,
The Count Five,
The Mummies,
DNA,
The Beau Brummels,
the Slits,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mr. Review,
Cal Tjader,
the Germs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Saints,
The Durutti Column,
Dave Gahan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Subhumans,
T. Rex,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stetsasonic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Metal Thangz,
The Five Americans,
Absolute Body Control,
Stereo Dub,
Bluetip,
Ponytail,
Glambeats Corp.,
Youth Brigade,
Excepter,
Duran Duran,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chris Corsano,
Lalo Schifrin,
Michelle Simonal,
Tim Buckley,
Terry Callier,
Alton Ellis,
Bauhaus,
X-Ray Spex,
Minor Threat,
The Real Kids,
The Cramps,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.