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 Benin and from Paris.
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 Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Radiopuhelimet to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Radiopuhelimet,
Symarip,
Angry Samoans,
Groovy Waters,
Juan Atkins,
Crash Course in Science,
Man Parrish,
Reuben Wilson,
Slave,
the Soft Cell,
Drexciya,
Minutemen,
Yusef Lateef,
The Moleskins,
The Invisible,
Visage,
The Blues Magoos,
Joey Negro,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lakeside,
Carl Craig,
The Gun Club,
Connie Case,
Sam Rivers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Qualms,
The Techniques,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric Copeland,
Ronnie Foster,
Simply Red,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rapeman,
FM Einheit,
JFA,
Marshall Jefferson,
Magma,
Minor Threat,
The Gap Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Coltrane,
Q65,
D'Angelo,
The Blackbyrds,
the Swans,
Peter and Kerry,
Deakin,
Masters at Work,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thee Headcoats,
The United States of America,
Pussy Galore,
Newcleus,
Monks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Easy Going,
The Black Dice,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Subhumans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.