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 Netherlands and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Japan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Aswad,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Michelle Simonal,
Scion,
The Offenders,
Supertramp,
Anakelly,
Fluxion,
Loose Ends,
The Red Krayola,
Cymande,
Yellowson,
Bronski Beat,
Steve Hackett,
Young Marble Giants,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Schoolly D,
Mad Mike,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultimate Spinach,
Television,
Trumans Water,
Davy DMX,
Grauzone,
Mandrill,
Youth Brigade,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gerry Rafferty,
Technova,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gichy Dan,
Banda Bassotti,
Sällskapet,
China Crisis,
Circle Jerks,
The Star Department,
Royal Trux,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Clear Light,
Oblivians,
Bobby Sherman,
Blossom Toes,
Pierre Henry,
Niagra,
Ludus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Delta 5,
Sandy B,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crispy Ambulance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eli Mardock,
The Blackbyrds,
The Slits,
The Fire Engines,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.