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 Belize and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Max Romeo 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Average White Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Blackbyrds,
Half Japanese,
Joy Division,
FM Einheit,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pere Ubu,
kango's stein massive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bush Tetras,
Nik Kershaw,
Arthur Verocai,
EPMD,
Soulsonic Force,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yaz,
Dark Day,
Matthew Bourne,
Reagan Youth,
Porter Ricks,
Flipper,
Surgeon,
Jeff Mills,
Talk Talk,
Popol Vuh,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aswad,
L. Decosne,
Hashim,
Tomorrow,
Quando Quango,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fortunes,
X-102,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cybotron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David McCallum,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cramps,
The Monks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tim Buckley,
Quadrant,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Young Rascals,
Rites of Spring,
The Five Americans,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.