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 Djibouti and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Sherman,
Fugazi,
The Zeros,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oneida,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Golliwogs,
Qualms,
The Names,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Cale,
Mark Hollis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Delta 5,
Saccharine Trust,
Fear,
Grandmaster Flash,
Charles Mingus,
The Remains,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bluetip,
Graham Central Station,
kango's stein massive,
Hasil Adkins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Masters at Work,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Slave,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gories,
Scan 7,
the Fania All-Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moebius,
Sight & Sound,
Faraquet,
Y Pants,
Brothers Johnson,
Bush Tetras,
Black Moon,
DNA,
the Swans,
The Divine Comedy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Trojans,
Brick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Suburban Knight,
Arcadia,
Sound Behaviour,
the Soft Cell,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.