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 Mozambique and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 MDC to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Excepter,
Robert Wyatt,
Byron Stingily,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Procol Harum,
Scrapy,
Eric Dolphy,
Tubeway Army,
Terrestrial Tones,
Godley & Creme,
June of 44,
Amon Düül II,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moss Icon,
The Happenings,
Albert Ayler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eddi Front,
Section 25,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Normal,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Germs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grey Daturas,
the Slits,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Kinks,
Echospace,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joe Finger,
Zapp,
The Fugs,
Blossom Toes,
Tom Boy,
Fatback Band,
The Motions,
Patti Smith,
The Gun Club,
The Red Krayola,
Wally Richardson,
The Martian,
The Zeros,
Black Bananas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Grass Roots,
The Pretty Things,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
10cc,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minnie Riperton,
Bluetip,
One Last Wish,
Mission of Burma,
Grauzone,
Kevin Saunderson,
Parry Music,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.