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 Kosovo and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Moon to the grime 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Pulsallama,
The Fugs,
Tommy Roe,
Dark Day,
Barry Ungar,
The Move,
Bronski Beat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash,
The J.B.'s,
Roger Hodgson,
Bill Wells,
Aswad,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mummies,
The Monks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Christie,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Blackbyrds,
Mr. Review,
The Fall,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rekid,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aloha Tigers,
Electric Prunes,
Drexciya,
Oblivians,
Fad Gadget,
Rotary Connection,
Saccharine Trust,
Prince Buster,
Leonard Cohen,
Desert Stars,
Talk Talk,
Von Mondo,
The New Christs,
Radiohead,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Wyatt,
Danielle Patucci,
Nils Olav,
Patti Smith,
The Moleskins,
Peter & Gordon,
Andrew Hill,
The Standells,
Bob Dylan,
Moebius,
David McCallum,
Thompson Twins,
Thee Headcoats,
Blake Baxter,
Bluetip,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.