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 Tanzania and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the jazz 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bill Near,
Sun City Girls,
Half Japanese,
The Moody Blues,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Invisible,
Soulsonic Force,
Deepchord,
The Durutti Column,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Masters at Work,
One Last Wish,
Tres Demented,
Minutemen,
Livin' Joy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang of Four,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Blackbyrds,
Deakin,
Cameo,
The Gun Club,
Delon & Dalcan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blossom Toes,
Mantronix,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Can,
Echospace,
Donny Hathaway,
The Doors,
Sparks,
These Immortal Souls,
Joensuu 1685,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Wyatt,
Supertramp,
the Soft Cell,
Jerry's Kids,
Agent Orange,
Pole,
Second Layer,
Trumans Water,
Cybotron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Isaac Hayes,
Swans,
Delta 5,
Pere Ubu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Model 500,
Aswad,
The Sonics,
D'Angelo,
Johnny Clarke,
the Slits,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.