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 Marshall Islands and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Danielle Patucci to the electroclash 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
The Fortunes,
Eve St. Jones,
Mantronix,
Idris Muhammad,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oneida,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Das Ding,
Newcleus,
Lakeside,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kurtis Blow,
Camberwell Now,
Symarip,
Crash Course in Science,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-101,
Mars,
Funky Four + One,
Scan 7,
Brick,
U.S. Maple,
The Detroit Cobras,
kango's stein massive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Charles Mingus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Derrick Morgan,
James White and The Blacks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Panda Bear,
Nirvana,
the Normal,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Moody Blues,
Anthony Braxton,
Hasil Adkins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radiohead,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Sheep,
Y Pants,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wolf Eyes,
Wasted Youth,
Tres Demented,
Alice Coltrane,
Easy Going,
Average White Band,
Public Enemy,
the Soft Cell,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Kinks,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.