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 Cameroon 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
John Holt,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
D'Angelo,
June Days,
Loose Ends,
Visage,
Jeff Mills,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
F. McDonald,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Reuben Wilson,
The United States of America,
Joe Finger,
Minor Threat,
R.M.O.,
DJ Sneak,
L. Decosne,
Crime,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Warren Ellis,
Black Flag,
The Sonics,
Pantytec,
Steve Hackett,
Dual Sessions,
Technova,
Fear,
FM Einheit,
Neil Young,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Faraquet,
Television Personalities,
Sparks,
Sarah Menescal,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Moleskins,
The Invisible,
The Searchers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hot Snakes,
Flipper,
Bootsy Collins,
Nas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Parry Music,
Albert Ayler,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mission of Burma,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Byrd,
Darondo,
Radiohead,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roxette,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.