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 Singapore and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the punk 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Slick Rick,
Jeff Mills,
Black Flag,
Underground Resistance,
Rapeman,
Radio Birdman,
Los Fastidios,
Joyce Sims,
Eli Mardock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minny Pops,
Nico,
Moby Grape,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kaleidoscope,
Average White Band,
H. Thieme,
Tres Demented,
Scientists,
Mandrill,
Sugar Minott,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Associates,
Rufus Thomas,
Aswad,
Pagans,
Country Teasers,
New Age Steppers,
The Saints,
Stereo Dub,
Pole,
Nik Kershaw,
Marine Girls,
Au Pairs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arthur Verocai,
The Moody Blues,
Archie Shepp,
The Electric Prunes,
Letta Mbulu,
Spoonie Gee,
Niagra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mission of Burma,
One Last Wish,
X-102,
Joensuu 1685,
L. Decosne,
Outsiders,
the Sonics,
Hasil Adkins,
Leonard Cohen,
Sister Nancy,
The Divine Comedy,
Ossler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hardrive,
Charles Mingus,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.