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 Oman and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Barry Ungar to the grime 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pylon,
Magazine,
Agent Orange,
LL Cool J,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Flag,
Skarface,
London Community Gospel Choir,
R.M.O.,
The Toasters,
Skriet,
Nick Fraelich,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rekid,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Human League,
Andrew Hill,
the Fania All-Stars,
F. McDonald,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
Spandau Ballet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Khruangbin,
Black Moon,
New York Dolls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Swell Maps,
Procol Harum,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fad Gadget,
The Monochrome Set,
The Beau Brummels,
EPMD,
The Electric Prunes,
Talk Talk,
Hardrive,
Malaria!,
The Skatalites,
Loose Ends,
Wolf Eyes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Dead C,
Tim Buckley,
The Golliwogs,
Nation of Ulysses,
T.S.O.L.,
Stiv Bators,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Sheep,
Wally Richardson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Martian,
The Offenders,
Colin Newman,
Harmonia,
Dennis Brown,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.