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 Zambia and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
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 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 Donald Fagen 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 Albert Ayler to the techno 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
New Age Steppers,
Livin' Joy,
Zero Boys,
Crime,
Funkadelic,
Althea and Donna,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tomorrow,
David McCallum,
Roger Hodgson,
The Offenders,
Anakelly,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Unwound,
Cecil Taylor,
Frankie Knuckles,
In Retrospect,
Panda Bear,
Negative Approach,
The Selecter,
The Golliwogs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Procol Harum,
Little Man,
Vainqueur,
the Normal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brick,
Crispy Ambulance,
Morten Harket,
The Associates,
Eden Ahbez,
Rufus Thomas,
Fluxion,
Bill Near,
Marc Almond,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bob Dylan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nirvana,
Easy Going,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sound Behaviour,
Cybotron,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fortunes,
Joyce Sims,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yazoo,
Sonic Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Shoche,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Music Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
The Busters,
Neil Young,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Goldenarms,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.