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 Korea South and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Gastr Del Sol to the rock 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
The Index,
Nils Olav,
The Fortunes,
Half Japanese,
Chris & Cosey,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
a-ha,
Delta 5,
Dave Gahan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Qualms,
Rod Modell,
Brand Nubian,
Faraquet,
Stetsasonic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
CMW,
Liliput,
Angry Samoans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Modern Lovers,
The Evens,
Hardrive,
Barbara Tucker,
John Lydon,
The Blackbyrds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scion,
Jandek,
Urselle,
Roxette,
Pylon,
Dennis Brown,
Minnie Riperton,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kenny Larkin,
Q65,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
This Heat,
Procol Harum,
The Moody Blues,
Eden Ahbez,
Joy Division,
Lungfish,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Invisible,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Josef K,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jerry's Kids,
The Busters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moss Icon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Hood,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.