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 Netherlands and from Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the punk 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Jacques Brel,
Desert Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ludus,
F. McDonald,
Clear Light,
Bluetip,
Slick Rick,
Black Moon,
Derrick Morgan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Circle Jerks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roger Hodgson,
Parry Music,
Tomorrow,
Thompson Twins,
The Index,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Suburban Knight,
Basic Channel,
Michelle Simonal,
Don Cherry,
Dawn Penn,
Outsiders,
La Düsseldorf,
Swell Maps,
In Retrospect,
Con Funk Shun,
L. Decosne,
Nick Fraelich,
Cheater Slicks,
The Tremeloes,
Chrome,
Judy Mowatt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Fania All-Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skaos,
Kurtis Blow,
Spandau Ballet,
E-Dancer,
Surgeon,
Tommy Roe,
David Bowie,
Shuggie Otis,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cramps,
Sun Ra,
Crooked Eye,
Skarface,
Henry Cow,
Jerry's Kids,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.