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 Monaco and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 Stiv Bators to the dance 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Ultra Naté,
Angry Samoans,
Todd Terry,
Lightning Bolt,
Nils Olav,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Green,
Cheater Slicks,
Neu!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mandrill,
Franke,
The Electric Prunes,
Ohio Players,
Grey Daturas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aaron Thompson,
Grandmaster Flash,
LL Cool J,
Porter Ricks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tubeway Army,
Wings,
Chris & Cosey,
Kayak,
Black Moon,
The Selecter,
Joe Smooth,
Spoonie Gee,
Deadbeat,
the Association,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Livin' Joy,
Bush Tetras,
Depeche Mode,
Quando Quango,
Michelle Simonal,
Ronnie Foster,
DNA,
Ossler,
Lindisfarne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Funkadelic,
Stiv Bators,
Camouflage,
Kool Moe Dee,
Procol Harum,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Derrick May,
Minny Pops,
Talk Talk,
The Invisible,
Television,
KRS-One,
Tropical Tobacco,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Desert Stars,
Ken Boothe,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.