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 East Timor and from Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Delon & Dalcan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
The Blues Magoos,
The Skatalites,
Babytalk,
Agent Orange,
The Black Dice,
Lyres,
Lightning Bolt,
Thompson Twins,
Television Personalities,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Goldenarms,
Ten City,
Parry Music,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ornette Coleman,
Drexciya,
Alphaville,
Nas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yellowson,
Index,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arab on Radar,
Unwound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Modern Lovers,
Adolescents,
Cal Tjader,
Bauhaus,
OOIOO,
La Düsseldorf,
Barry Ungar,
Joey Negro,
Zero Boys,
Tim Buckley,
The Golliwogs,
Eve St. Jones,
Arcadia,
John Coltrane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Sheep,
Sällskapet,
The Pop Group,
Skriet,
Nik Kershaw,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soft Cell,
David Axelrod,
The Fortunes,
Heaven 17,
Rakim,
The Happenings,
Ossler,
Brothers Johnson,
Matthew Halsall,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.