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 Albania and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 Ornette Coleman to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mojo Men,
Jacob Miller,
Jawbox,
Mark Hollis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Goldenarms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jacques Brel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
ABBA,
Josef K,
Mantronix,
Main Source,
the Slits,
Moebius,
F. McDonald,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stereo Dub,
Swell Maps,
Inner City,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Raincoats,
Animal Collective,
Toni Rubio,
Drexciya,
June Days,
John Cale,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Prince Buster,
The Fugs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
UT,
Bluetip,
Anakelly,
Essential Logic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Star Department,
Bauhaus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Christie,
Lindisfarne,
Con Funk Shun,
Electric Prunes,
Derrick Morgan,
Metal Thangz,
The Dead C,
The Buckinghams,
The Count Five,
The Modern Lovers,
Sällskapet,
Sonic Youth,
Heaven 17,
Connie Case,
The Grass Roots,
The Tremeloes,
Hasil Adkins,
Joe Smooth,
The Gladiators,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.