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 Nauru and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Anthony Braxton,
Procol Harum,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eddi Front,
The Index,
The Fall,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DJ Sneak,
Moebius,
Avey Tare,
The Dirtbombs,
the Bar-Kays,
Index,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Laurel Aitken,
Cheater Slicks,
Prince Buster,
The New Christs,
Yellowson,
Skarface,
Rhythm & Sound,
David Axelrod,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Move,
Half Japanese,
The Tremeloes,
DNA,
Chris & Cosey,
Thompson Twins,
Andrew Hill,
The Golliwogs,
Second Layer,
Alice Coltrane,
Dual Sessions,
Pagans,
Iggy Pop,
Wasted Youth,
Essential Logic,
Accadde A,
The Modern Lovers,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Make Up,
The Last Poets,
The Sonics,
Moby Grape,
the Human League,
Soulsonic Force,
Gabor Szabo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter & Gordon,
Bush Tetras,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Schoolly D,
Gang Starr,
Smog,
Bronski Beat,
Connie Case,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dave Gahan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.