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 Armenia and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the grunge 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Black Pus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eli Mardock,
AZ,
Symarip,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Cale,
Dave Gahan,
L. Decosne,
Drexciya,
Monks,
Steve Hackett,
Model 500,
Duran Duran,
FM Einheit,
Surgeon,
MC5,
Faraquet,
Youth Brigade,
Soft Cell,
Sugar Minott,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Echospace,
Accadde A,
Delta 5,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Star Department,
The Five Americans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sister Nancy,
Ten City,
Piero Umiliani,
Amon Düül,
Camouflage,
Theoretical Girls,
Inner City,
Marcia Griffiths,
Circle Jerks,
Sun Ra,
Michelle Simonal,
Derrick May,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Magma,
Heaven 17,
Minny Pops,
Sound Behaviour,
Lyres,
Smog,
Marmalade,
Wolf Eyes,
Pierre Henry,
Malaria!,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radiohead,
Tropical Tobacco,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.