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 Lesotho and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Davy DMX to the punk 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Carl Craig,
Mantronix,
Davy DMX,
Andrew Hill,
the Bar-Kays,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Supertramp,
New Age Steppers,
Sound Behaviour,
Tres Demented,
Fear,
Bang On A Can,
E-Dancer,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Soft Cell,
Juan Atkins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Todd Rundgren,
Warren Ellis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Country Teasers,
The Music Machine,
Erykah Badu,
The Blackbyrds,
Franke,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roger Hodgson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Angels of Light,
The Motions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joey Negro,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barry Ungar,
The Grass Roots,
New York Dolls,
Heaven 17,
Arcadia,
Crime,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minutemen,
Sällskapet,
Charles Mingus,
Y Pants,
Alice Coltrane,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Monochrome Set,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cowsills,
Sun Ra,
Moss Icon,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.