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 Dominican Republic and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Young Rascals to the crunk 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Tomorrow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mandrill,
Alison Limerick,
H. Thieme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeff Lynne,
Radio Birdman,
Archie Shepp,
Guru Guru,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Easy Going,
Clear Light,
New Age Steppers,
The Doors,
Hashim,
Thompson Twins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Supertramp,
Con Funk Shun,
The Litter,
Skarface,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Slackers,
Judy Mowatt,
Joyce Sims,
Vainqueur,
The Happenings,
The Fall,
The Velvet Underground,
CMW,
Spoonie Gee,
Leonard Cohen,
cv313,
Charles Mingus,
The Associates,
The Vogues,
Das Ding,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Pop Group,
The Black Dice,
K-Klass,
Vladislav Delay,
Dawn Penn,
Hot Snakes,
Cymande,
Anthony Braxton,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chris & Cosey,
Ten City,
Duran Duran,
Cheater Slicks,
Mad Mike,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Holt,
Electric Prunes,
Blossom Toes,
Inner City,
The Offenders,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.