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 Congo and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
The Moody Blues,
Erykah Badu,
Sun Ra,
Rod Modell,
Roxette,
Altered Images,
Isaac Hayes,
Andrew Hill,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sight & Sound,
The Evens,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Todd Rundgren,
Agent Orange,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joe Smooth,
Marmalade,
Deepchord,
Bill Wells,
Rotary Connection,
a-ha,
The Gap Band,
Q and Not U,
Dead Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Delta 5,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Walker Brothers,
The Smoke,
Tres Demented,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Television Personalities,
Nico,
Scrapy,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gories,
Davy DMX,
Anakelly,
Agitation Free,
Electric Prunes,
Public Enemy,
Can,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Derrick May,
OOIOO,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mad Mike,
Steve Hackett,
the Soft Cell,
AZ,
Echospace,
The Fuzztones,
The Last Poets,
The Golliwogs,
Flash Fearless,
Dawn Penn,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.