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 Maldives and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Association to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Steve Hackett,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quantec,
Jacob Miller,
Pantaleimon,
Don Cherry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dirtbombs,
Massinfluence,
Scion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joyce Sims,
Angry Samoans,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Victims,
Stiv Bators,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eve St. Jones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Busters,
Technova,
The Evens,
The Trojans,
Lower 48,
Model 500,
The Skatalites,
L. Decosne,
Junior Murvin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sandy B,
Letta Mbulu,
Crime,
Scientists,
Kas Product,
The Remains,
The Birthday Party,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blossom Toes,
Bang On A Can,
Au Pairs,
Rites of Spring,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Loose Ends,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
Goldenarms,
Motorama,
Laurel Aitken,
Kool Moe Dee,
K-Klass,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Monochrome Set,
The Barracudas,
Darondo,
Funkadelic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brand Nubian,
Sun Ra,
Aswad,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.