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 Singapore and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Albert Ayler,
Black Bananas,
The Real Kids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Inner City,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Beau Brummels,
The Moleskins,
Brand Nubian,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Last Poets,
Cymande,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Man Parrish,
Aswad,
Malaria!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amazonics,
Oblivians,
Ossler,
Stereo Dub,
Donny Hathaway,
Sam Rivers,
Deakin,
Au Pairs,
Vladislav Delay,
Dorothy Ashby,
Massinfluence,
David Axelrod,
Gang Starr,
Colin Newman,
Sex Pistols,
Desert Stars,
Pantytec,
The Detroit Cobras,
48th St. Collective,
Rufus Thomas,
Minutemen,
Skarface,
The Golliwogs,
Funkadelic,
The Raincoats,
Scott Walker,
Intrusion,
Spandau Ballet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Motorama,
The Associates,
Blossom Toes,
Jeff Mills,
The Music Machine,
Morten Harket,
Erykah Badu,
Scratch Acid,
Masters at Work,
Ponytail,
Stetsasonic,
Crime,
Chrome,
Scientists,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.