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 Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 The Fire Engines to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Jacques Brel,
Franke,
Cecil Taylor,
T. Rex,
Au Pairs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Accadde A,
The Electric Prunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
FM Einheit,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fat Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arthur Verocai,
Rakim,
Kaleidoscope,
Unwound,
Bill Wells,
Mad Mike,
Deadbeat,
China Crisis,
the Swans,
Toni Rubio,
The Move,
Moss Icon,
MDC,
The Smoke,
Thompson Twins,
The Walker Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
The Fuzztones,
Porter Ricks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ken Boothe,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultra Naté,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Faraquet,
Dave Gahan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Maleditus Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dennis Brown,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Normal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radio Birdman,
Brass Construction,
Erykah Badu,
T.S.O.L.,
Carl Craig,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pussy Galore,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.