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 Ireland 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Eli Mardock to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
The Toasters,
Pantaleimon,
Depeche Mode,
Sugar Minott,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Association,
Shoche,
The Mummies,
Sister Nancy,
Blake Baxter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bronski Beat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Victims,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Talk Talk,
Stetsasonic,
the Germs,
Ice-T,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
New Age Steppers,
Althea and Donna,
ABBA,
Minnie Riperton,
James White and The Blacks,
The Angels of Light,
Judy Mowatt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Davy DMX,
Patti Smith,
Skriet,
Janne Schatter,
Heaven 17,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Subhumans,
The Real Kids,
Mars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
U.S. Maple,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
Deakin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Red Krayola,
The Gladiators,
Roxette,
Chris Corsano,
The Gap Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Masters at Work,
Cymande,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scratch Acid,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
OOIOO,
The Kinks,
The Blackbyrds,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.