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 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Zero Boys to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Skriet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
R.M.O.,
Pierre Henry,
Von Mondo,
Rosa Yemen,
Kayak,
Davy DMX,
Soul II Soul,
The Motions,
Robert Görl,
Brick,
The Sonics,
Deepchord,
Surgeon,
Flash Fearless,
The Electric Prunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Faust,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bill Near,
Robert Wyatt,
Skaos,
Erasure,
Peter & Gordon,
Wings,
the Association,
Michelle Simonal,
The Neon Judgement,
Isaac Hayes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David Axelrod,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stereo Dub,
Gabor Szabo,
Reagan Youth,
Eric Copeland,
The Real Kids,
The Beau Brummels,
Spandau Ballet,
EPMD,
Boz Scaggs,
Sarah Menescal,
The Busters,
Lyres,
Letta Mbulu,
Reuben Wilson,
Kaleidoscope,
Model 500,
T.S.O.L.,
Pagans,
The Toasters,
Babytalk,
Procol Harum,
JFA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.