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 Togo and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Joyce Sims to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Mandrill,
One Last Wish,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Green,
cv313,
Sugar Minott,
The Selecter,
The Five Americans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quadrant,
Kayak,
K-Klass,
The Blues Magoos,
Dennis Brown,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sixth Finger,
The Techniques,
Thompson Twins,
Slave,
Yellowson,
The Star Department,
T.S.O.L.,
Tomorrow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Monks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Technova,
AZ,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eurythmics,
Hashim,
Janne Schatter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arthur Verocai,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aural Exciters,
Pierre Henry,
The Fuzztones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Knickerbockers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joey Negro,
Eden Ahbez,
Rakim,
the Swans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ohio Players,
Radiopuhelimet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Sherman,
John Coltrane,
The Monochrome Set,
Ponytail,
Silicon Teens,
Wasted Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Magazine,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.