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 United Kingdom and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 Spoonie Gee to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun Ra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sarah Menescal,
Bootsy Collins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Pus,
The Cramps,
Underground Resistance,
Camouflage,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dead C,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Minor Threat,
Eric Copeland,
New Order,
Robert Wyatt,
Alton Ellis,
DNA,
Joe Smooth,
Newcleus,
Danielle Patucci,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Electric Prunes,
Rakim,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fall,
In Retrospect,
Fela Kuti,
Mantronix,
Depeche Mode,
Johnny Clarke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hot Snakes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Invisible,
Minutemen,
Ossler,
Ralphi Rosario,
New Age Steppers,
Joensuu 1685,
Maurizio,
The Seeds,
The Beau Brummels,
Alison Limerick,
Yusef Lateef,
Tomorrow,
Ultra Naté,
Circle Jerks,
Nirvana,
Graham Central Station,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pantytec,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minny Pops,
One Last Wish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.