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 Norway and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Michael McDonald 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 Kurtis Blow to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Judy Mowatt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Modern Lovers,
X-101,
Alton Ellis,
Davy DMX,
Moby Grape,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ituana,
Au Pairs,
the Swans,
EPMD,
John Foxx,
The Tremeloes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Sherman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arcadia,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fugs,
The Mojo Men,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Flipper,
The Divine Comedy,
Section 25,
The Residents,
Sam Rivers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yazoo,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Steve Hackett,
Khruangbin,
The Index,
ABC,
Lou Christie,
The Knickerbockers,
Leonard Cohen,
Sandy B,
Peter & Gordon,
Bauhaus,
Dead Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Vainqueur,
Warsaw,
This Heat,
MDC,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare,
Donald Byrd,
Darondo,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dark Day,
Dennis Brown,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.