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 Malta and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Blake Baxter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Pylon,
The Trojans,
KRS-One,
Morten Harket,
Drexciya,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Gang Dance,
Funky Four + One,
China Crisis,
The Standells,
Idris Muhammad,
June Days,
The Stooges,
The Beau Brummels,
Yusef Lateef,
Brand Nubian,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Evens,
Rod Modell,
Von Mondo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fela Kuti,
June of 44,
Slave,
Eyeless In Gaza,
These Immortal Souls,
Bang On A Can,
Junior Murvin,
Liliput,
Amazonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Monks,
Banda Bassotti,
The Young Rascals,
The Real Kids,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun City Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dawn Penn,
The Doors,
Franke,
Marshall Jefferson,
Echospace,
David Bowie,
Scott Walker,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeff Lynne,
Scion,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Todd Terry,
Japan,
The Offenders,
Aural Exciters,
Barrington Levy,
Severed Heads,
John Coltrane,
Roxy Music,
The Angels of Light,
Hot Snakes,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.