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 Kosovo 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Traffic Nightmare to the rock 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Brass Construction,
the Sonics,
Severed Heads,
Matthew Halsall,
T.S.O.L.,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Hood,
Black Pus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Outsiders,
Public Enemy,
Minutemen,
Jacques Brel,
Marmalade,
Ohio Players,
Pantytec,
Cal Tjader,
Sight & Sound,
R.M.O.,
Simply Red,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yazoo,
Spandau Ballet,
Joensuu 1685,
Tropical Tobacco,
Donny Hathaway,
The Stooges,
Schoolly D,
Gang of Four,
Graham Central Station,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blossom Toes,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Janne Schatter,
The Standells,
Anthony Braxton,
Marcia Griffiths,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Livin' Joy,
Althea and Donna,
The Barracudas,
Bang On A Can,
Gong,
Mandrill,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Slackers,
Alton Ellis,
The Move,
Ken Boothe,
Quadrant,
The Smoke,
Max Romeo,
Pierre Henry,
Inner City,
Bush Tetras,
Rites of Spring,
Motorama,
U.S. Maple,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.