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 Morocco and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 David Bowie 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Leaves,
Khruangbin,
Sällskapet,
Grey Daturas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Iggy Pop,
Donald Byrd,
the Slits,
Nico,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Association,
Scientists,
Minutemen,
LL Cool J,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Seeds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Man Parrish,
the Sonics,
Connie Case,
Pantaleimon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alice Coltrane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Au Pairs,
Joy Division,
Marshall Jefferson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ronnie Foster,
Yusef Lateef,
K-Klass,
Los Fastidios,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Echospace,
Chris Corsano,
Scott Walker,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pierre Henry,
Eli Mardock,
Graham Central Station,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DNA,
The Five Americans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Guru Guru,
Moss Icon,
Blancmange,
Joyce Sims,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aaron Thompson,
Ice-T,
Toni Rubio,
Black Flag,
10cc,
Carl Craig,
Gang Starr,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.