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 St Lucia and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Standells to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Sun Ra,
Clear Light,
Chris Corsano,
Gang of Four,
The Evens,
Livin' Joy,
The Five Americans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Magazine,
Infiniti,
Barclay James Harvest,
Donald Byrd,
Deadbeat,
Monolake,
Eric Dolphy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Television,
Banda Bassotti,
kango's stein massive,
Jeff Lynne,
Boz Scaggs,
Aaron Thompson,
Neu!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Los Fastidios,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ituana,
Duran Duran,
Silicon Teens,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Surgeon,
X-102,
Glambeats Corp.,
Anthony Braxton,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yusef Lateef,
The Misunderstood,
Brand Nubian,
Technova,
Faust,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Durutti Column,
Letta Mbulu,
The Electric Prunes,
MDC,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Blackbyrds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Graham Central Station,
Danielle Patucci,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Porter Ricks,
Albert Ayler,
The Raincoats,
Moebius,
Wire,
The Cowsills,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.