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 Austria and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Johnny Clarke to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Kenny Larkin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Music Machine,
Subhumans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultra Naté,
Oneida,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Holt,
Main Source,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pere Ubu,
Eden Ahbez,
The Tremeloes,
Basic Channel,
Scan 7,
Marshall Jefferson,
CMW,
Joey Negro,
Be Bop Deluxe,
T. Rex,
Kerri Chandler,
Popol Vuh,
Magma,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arcadia,
Stiv Bators,
Kayak,
Isaac Hayes,
Arab on Radar,
The Vogues,
Flash Fearless,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Al Stewart,
Susan Cadogan,
Cheater Slicks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Matthew Bourne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeff Mills,
Nils Olav,
Eddi Front,
Alton Ellis,
Royal Trux,
Von Mondo,
Connie Case,
Nas,
Ken Boothe,
Scrapy,
Parry Music,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Pretty Things,
David Bowie,
Malaria!,
Tom Boy,
Dead Boys,
Ronan,
The Wake,
Sällskapet,
Tubeway Army,
Q65,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.