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 Nicaragua and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Normal to the grunge 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Residents,
Bad Manners,
Television,
The New Christs,
Mandrill,
Public Enemy,
Schoolly D,
La Düsseldorf,
Vladislav Delay,
Lightning Bolt,
Joensuu 1685,
Yaz,
Subhumans,
Desert Stars,
Intrusion,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Modern Lovers,
F. McDonald,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mo-Dettes,
Maleditus Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
48th St. Collective,
The Selecter,
Fad Gadget,
The American Breed,
Roger Hodgson,
Livin' Joy,
New Age Steppers,
The Sonics,
Don Cherry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stereo Dub,
Second Layer,
Sam Rivers,
A Certain Ratio,
Popol Vuh,
Shuggie Otis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Maurizio,
Slave,
Morten Harket,
The Angels of Light,
The Saints,
Crooked Eye,
The Evens,
KRS-One,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-101,
Bootsy Collins,
Flipper,
Country Teasers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Swans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.