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 China and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Lou Christie to the jazz 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mission of Burma,
Bauhaus,
Sixth Finger,
Model 500,
Deadbeat,
Matthew Halsall,
Hoover,
Pole,
Al Stewart,
The Smoke,
Mars,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultra Naté,
Ronnie Foster,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Martian,
Minny Pops,
Rosa Yemen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Buzzcocks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bluetip,
Drive Like Jehu,
Half Japanese,
The Barracudas,
The Cowsills,
Skarface,
Tres Demented,
KRS-One,
The Techniques,
The Red Krayola,
Glenn Branca,
Scion,
Liliput,
Don Cherry,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Beau Brummels,
Negative Approach,
Erasure,
Gang of Four,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sonny Sharrock,
DJ Sneak,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Audionom,
Donny Hathaway,
Heaven 17,
DJ Style,
The Star Department,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joe Smooth,
Thompson Twins,
New Age Steppers,
The Remains,
Erykah Badu,
Byron Stingily,
Sex Pistols,
Hardrive,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.