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 Malaysia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 Amon Düül to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Dual Sessions,
Aswad,
The Blues Magoos,
Maurizio,
The Pretty Things,
Gong,
Marc Almond,
L. Decosne,
Patti Smith,
48th St. Collective,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeff Mills,
Los Fastidios,
Sällskapet,
Cameo,
Erykah Badu,
T.S.O.L.,
Livin' Joy,
Hoover,
Brass Construction,
Nick Fraelich,
The Birthday Party,
Bush Tetras,
Zapp,
Howard Jones,
MC5,
FM Einheit,
Yazoo,
Joensuu 1685,
Gabor Szabo,
The Vogues,
Althea and Donna,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tommy Roe,
Roy Ayers,
The Busters,
Black Flag,
Eddi Front,
Marcia Griffiths,
Matthew Halsall,
Aloha Tigers,
Mr. Review,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Malaria!,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lalann,
Godley & Creme,
The Tremeloes,
Ponytail,
Grauzone,
Ultravox,
Cecil Taylor,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Velvet Underground,
John Coltrane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Suburban Knight,
Absolute Body Control,
The Associates,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.