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 El Salvador and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Stereo Dub to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Sugar Minott,
Crime,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cure,
Silicon Teens,
Minutemen,
Sight & Sound,
The Associates,
Graham Central Station,
the Germs,
F. McDonald,
Monolake,
Qualms,
Colin Newman,
Underground Resistance,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soul Sonic Force,
Franke,
Boz Scaggs,
Newcleus,
Nils Olav,
Idris Muhammad,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
Das Ding,
Black Bananas,
Prince Buster,
Young Marble Giants,
the Bar-Kays,
Piero Umiliani,
Circle Jerks,
Camouflage,
Goldenarms,
The Mummies,
Mark Hollis,
Arthur Verocai,
Al Stewart,
Massinfluence,
The Raincoats,
Talk Talk,
The Last Poets,
Easy Going,
The Trojans,
June of 44,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Todd Terry,
cv313,
MC5,
The Victims,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quantec,
Alton Ellis,
New Age Steppers,
Deepchord,
Chris & Cosey,
Dorothy Ashby,
Freddie Wadling,
Barry Ungar,
the Swans,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.