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 Greece and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Fortunes to the grunge 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
The Mummies,
Echospace,
The Walker Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
The Names,
Heaven 17,
Sex Pistols,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ludus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aaron Thompson,
Warsaw,
Los Fastidios,
Gastr Del Sol,
FM Einheit,
Q65,
Bob Dylan,
Reagan Youth,
John Holt,
Dawn Penn,
Youth Brigade,
Hardrive,
The Tremeloes,
The United States of America,
Arcadia,
Hashim,
Pierre Henry,
The Skatalites,
the Normal,
Stereo Dub,
Scrapy,
The Electric Prunes,
Duran Duran,
The Pop Group,
Warren Ellis,
Mad Mike,
Terry Callier,
Nirvana,
Connie Case,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Human League,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Basic Channel,
Symarip,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun Ra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neil Young,
Black Moon,
Brothers Johnson,
Sällskapet,
Pere Ubu,
Anakelly,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.