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 Bahamas and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 The Wake to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
L. Decosne,
Josef K,
Underground Resistance,
Andrew Hill,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Pierre Henry,
Aswad,
UT,
T. Rex,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Moleskins,
Joyce Sims,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cecil Taylor,
The Young Rascals,
Dark Day,
Quadrant,
Angry Samoans,
The Modern Lovers,
Rhythm & Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
Archie Shepp,
Jimmy McGriff,
MC5,
Wings,
Oneida,
The Gories,
Donny Hathaway,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Moody Blues,
One Last Wish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Bar-Kays,
ABC,
Robert Wyatt,
Agent Orange,
The Count Five,
Ponytail,
cv313,
The Monks,
Desert Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
Toni Rubio,
The Litter,
Shuggie Otis,
Joe Smooth,
Byron Stingily,
Cal Tjader,
Lungfish,
The Cowsills,
The Doors,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hashim,
Nils Olav,
Malaria!,
Radiohead,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.