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 Guatemala and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Negative Approach to the grunge 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Tropical Tobacco,
Icehouse,
Lyres,
Porter Ricks,
Rapeman,
The Invisible,
UT,
Fad Gadget,
Ultra Naté,
Goldenarms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eurythmics,
AZ,
the Fania All-Stars,
Massinfluence,
Minny Pops,
MC5,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Suburban Knight,
Joe Finger,
Minor Threat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
T. Rex,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joyce Sims,
Section 25,
Cecil Taylor,
Pet Shop Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Funkadelic,
Arab on Radar,
Livin' Joy,
Eden Ahbez,
Model 500,
Smog,
Bootsy Collins,
Country Teasers,
Man Parrish,
Gabor Szabo,
Popol Vuh,
Pagans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Cale,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Happenings,
Joey Negro,
the Normal,
FM Einheit,
The Angels of Light,
Yusef Lateef,
the Bar-Kays,
John Coltrane,
Todd Terry,
Derrick Morgan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Los Fastidios,
Rufus Thomas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.