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 Venezuela and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 Dual Sessions to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Joey Negro,
Essential Logic,
Colin Newman,
Silicon Teens,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Icehouse,
Liliput,
Pantaleimon,
Dead Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Pierre Henry,
The Fuzztones,
Excepter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ornette Coleman,
Camouflage,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minnie Riperton,
Josef K,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barrington Levy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Smog,
The Associates,
Gabor Szabo,
The Busters,
Jacques Brel,
Kenny Larkin,
The Real Kids,
Boogie Down Productions,
Theoretical Girls,
Carl Craig,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Moon,
The Mojo Men,
The Monks,
T.S.O.L.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roger Hodgson,
Yazoo,
Donny Hathaway,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skriet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The American Breed,
The Cramps,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soft Cell,
Lindisfarne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joy Division,
Subhumans,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.