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 Monaco and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Charles Mingus to the dance 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Duran Duran,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lebanon Hanover,
The Skatalites,
Ultimate Spinach,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Five Americans,
Grey Daturas,
EPMD,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bad Manners,
the Fania All-Stars,
Icehouse,
Bang On A Can,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barrington Levy,
Stiv Bators,
Bootsy Collins,
Joe Finger,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Red Krayola,
Public Enemy,
Ultra Naté,
The Techniques,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jacob Miller,
Pussy Galore,
Hardrive,
Youth Brigade,
The Birthday Party,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Janne Schatter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Unwound,
Fad Gadget,
Deakin,
Essential Logic,
The Kinks,
Banda Bassotti,
H. Thieme,
Gastr Del Sol,
Iggy Pop,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Stooges,
Blake Baxter,
Eric Dolphy,
A Certain Ratio,
The Motions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Erasure,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brick,
Marvin Gaye,
The Last Poets,
Brass Construction,
Scientists,
Reagan Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Swans,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.