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 Finland and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Rapeman to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
The Music Machine,
Fad Gadget,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cluster,
Fluxion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joey Negro,
K-Klass,
Girls At Our Best!,
Panda Bear,
Mark Hollis,
The Zeros,
Erasure,
H. Thieme,
John Coltrane,
Amazonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The J.B.'s,
Idris Muhammad,
Brothers Johnson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tubeway Army,
Index,
Henry Cow,
Rakim,
Essential Logic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nas,
Agent Orange,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kaleidoscope,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bizarre Inc.,
Young Marble Giants,
Drive Like Jehu,
Matthew Bourne,
Andrew Hill,
Dual Sessions,
Deadbeat,
Roxette,
The Red Krayola,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Archie Shepp,
Y Pants,
Siglo XX,
Pulsallama,
The Litter,
Arcadia,
The Fire Engines,
Kayak,
the Human League,
Chris & Cosey,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.