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 Malaysia and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
The Remains,
Suburban Knight,
Nico,
H. Thieme,
Moss Icon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amon Düül,
The Sonics,
Lindisfarne,
Wasted Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
Aloha Tigers,
Absolute Body Control,
Faust,
The Fire Engines,
Bang On A Can,
CMW,
Marcia Griffiths,
Second Layer,
Junior Murvin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joey Negro,
Cymande,
Radiopuhelimet,
The J.B.'s,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Blues Magoos,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare,
Howard Jones,
The Gap Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Donny Hathaway,
10cc,
Alice Coltrane,
Swans,
Echospace,
The Birthday Party,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Man Parrish,
Interpol,
Technova,
Stereo Dub,
Boredoms,
Rites of Spring,
Mark Hollis,
Josef K,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lower 48,
Thompson Twins,
David McCallum,
Easy Going,
Dead Boys,
Pantytec,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pussy Galore,
Erasure,
Lebanon Hanover,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.