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 Honduras and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Flash Fearless to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Kerri Chandler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Tremeloes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jandek,
Electric Prunes,
Carl Craig,
Traffic Nightmare,
KRS-One,
The Dead C,
Fear,
The Skatalites,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Connie Case,
Agitation Free,
The Litter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
L. Decosne,
Deakin,
The Victims,
Accadde A,
Charles Mingus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lalann,
Slave,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Searchers,
Supertramp,
The Blues Magoos,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric Dolphy,
DJ Sneak,
Yaz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Whodini,
Dorothy Ashby,
Khruangbin,
Howard Jones,
Nirvana,
Jeff Lynne,
Ludus,
Depeche Mode,
Quando Quango,
Pantytec,
The Monks,
John Holt,
Judy Mowatt,
X-101,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gong,
Peter and Kerry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hashim,
The Vogues,
Black Bananas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David McCallum,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Wyatt,
Eurythmics,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.