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 Botswana and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Juan Atkins to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
New Order,
Television,
Danielle Patucci,
Fear,
Iggy Pop,
T. Rex,
Interpol,
Alphaville,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
Silicon Teens,
Fela Kuti,
Junior Murvin,
Parry Music,
DJ Sneak,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dennis Brown,
Boz Scaggs,
Niagra,
Inner City,
The Searchers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Walker Brothers,
Q and Not U,
Zero Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minutemen,
Y Pants,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fuzztones,
Boredoms,
Oneida,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Malaria!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vladislav Delay,
Sugar Minott,
Rotary Connection,
Cluster,
the Normal,
Morten Harket,
FM Einheit,
Royal Trux,
The Pretty Things,
David Bowie,
Surgeon,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Busters,
The Beau Brummels,
Prince Buster,
The Smoke,
Qualms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marc Almond,
Harmonia,
The Invisible,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.