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 Costa Rica and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Doobie Brothers to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Agent Orange,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Raincoats,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Steve Hackett,
Dennis Brown,
Spandau Ballet,
Popol Vuh,
Cal Tjader,
Country Teasers,
Cheater Slicks,
Unwound,
Pantaleimon,
World's Most,
Leonard Cohen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Pretty Things,
Buzzcocks,
Tubeway Army,
David McCallum,
AZ,
Jacob Miller,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Drexciya,
The Music Machine,
Minor Threat,
Dave Gahan,
New York Dolls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Michelle Simonal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Iggy Pop,
The Index,
Malaria!,
Dual Sessions,
Gabor Szabo,
Bill Wells,
Rapeman,
Blossom Toes,
Sarah Menescal,
Colin Newman,
Niagra,
Warsaw,
the Normal,
Outsiders,
Stiv Bators,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Five Americans,
Rakim,
Robert Hood,
Maurizio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
H. Thieme,
Brick,
Pulsallama,
Erasure,
Matthew Halsall,
Hot Snakes,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.