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 Netherlands and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 H. Thieme to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sparks,
Fear,
DJ Sneak,
Sound Behaviour,
New Age Steppers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Buckinghams,
Mantronix,
Warren Ellis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Piero Umiliani,
the Sonics,
Rites of Spring,
Minny Pops,
Cecil Taylor,
cv313,
The Blues Magoos,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Trojans,
The Mummies,
Mary Jane Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camberwell Now,
Animal Collective,
Lungfish,
Drexciya,
The Raincoats,
EPMD,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric Copeland,
The American Breed,
Lakeside,
ABC,
Bill Wells,
Tubeway Army,
Ken Boothe,
Pere Ubu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Excepter,
Essential Logic,
FM Einheit,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Birthday Party,
Junior Murvin,
The Move,
Erasure,
The Electric Prunes,
Moss Icon,
Buzzcocks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Prince Buster,
Skarface,
The Tremeloes,
Moebius,
Boz Scaggs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sister Nancy,
Johnny Clarke,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.