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 Turkey and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Popol Vuh to the grime 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Amazonics,
Barrington Levy,
X-101,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joe Finger,
Electric Prunes,
New York Dolls,
The Toasters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marvin Gaye,
Eddi Front,
Skriet,
Pere Ubu,
Buzzcocks,
Agent Orange,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sixth Finger,
Technova,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Lydon,
The Fuzztones,
Scientists,
Soft Cell,
Arcadia,
Public Enemy,
Lou Christie,
Scion,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang of Four,
Erasure,
10cc,
Ten City,
The Smiths,
Easy Going,
the Human League,
Wire,
Mantronix,
The Evens,
Scan 7,
Flipper,
Joy Division,
Bob Dylan,
T. Rex,
Crooked Eye,
The Moody Blues,
Ronan,
Von Mondo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Hutcherson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gap Band,
Mandrill,
The Associates,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mojo Men,
Subhumans,
Dennis Brown,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.