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 Guinea-Bissau and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Sun City Girls to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stockholm Monsters,
Little Man,
Minor Threat,
Smog,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Human League,
John Coltrane,
Unrelated Segments,
Idris Muhammad,
The Blues Magoos,
Niagra,
Excepter,
Urselle,
Lalo Schifrin,
Althea and Donna,
Stetsasonic,
Fela Kuti,
Rufus Thomas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Reuben Wilson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nation of Ulysses,
DJ Style,
Procol Harum,
Max Romeo,
Pere Ubu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nirvana,
Quadrant,
Ludus,
Robert Hood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stereo Dub,
Brothers Johnson,
The Seeds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Soft Cell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Funkadelic,
K-Klass,
Kevin Saunderson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terrestrial Tones,
David Axelrod,
Youth Brigade,
Terry Callier,
Lindisfarne,
Fatback Band,
Bluetip,
Pierre Henry,
Dawn Penn,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Y Pants,
The Motions,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.