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 Sudan and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the dance 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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Lou Reed,
The Mojo Men,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nas,
the Human League,
New Order,
Pole,
Chris Corsano,
Fugazi,
Television Personalities,
Banda Bassotti,
Man Parrish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harmonia,
Barbara Tucker,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Panda Bear,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David Axelrod,
Erykah Badu,
Sonic Youth,
Max Romeo,
Tim Buckley,
DNA,
Yaz,
Sound Behaviour,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tres Demented,
Janne Schatter,
Echospace,
Cymande,
Cal Tjader,
Brothers Johnson,
The Star Department,
A Certain Ratio,
Crooked Eye,
John Lydon,
Neil Young,
The Offenders,
Kurtis Blow,
The Birthday Party,
Tears for Fears,
June Days,
Junior Murvin,
Ituana,
Bronski Beat,
Agitation Free,
The Fire Engines,
The Flesh Eaters,
Maurizio,
Davy DMX,
Pantytec,
John Coltrane,
Vainqueur,
Flash Fearless,
Radio Birdman,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.