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 Senegal and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Holger Czukay 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 Jimmy McGriff to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Eric Dolphy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mo-Dettes,
Alice Coltrane,
Drive Like Jehu,
AZ,
Grey Daturas,
Anakelly,
Aaron Thompson,
Derrick Morgan,
The Moleskins,
Slick Rick,
Schoolly D,
The Music Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
Unrelated Segments,
Loose Ends,
The Slits,
KRS-One,
Wolf Eyes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Wyatt,
Letta Mbulu,
The Slackers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Q and Not U,
Lindisfarne,
Little Man,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Offenders,
Joyce Sims,
In Retrospect,
The Sonics,
Fugazi,
Roy Ayers,
Circle Jerks,
the Bar-Kays,
Soul II Soul,
Judy Mowatt,
The Durutti Column,
New York Dolls,
Cal Tjader,
Fatback Band,
Angry Samoans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yazoo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stereo Dub,
Grauzone,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra,
Eric Copeland,
Gang of Four,
kango's stein massive,
Johnny Clarke,
UT,
Camouflage,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marcia Griffiths,
Average White Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camberwell Now,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.