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 Marshall Islands and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the funk 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
48th St. Collective,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Hood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pole,
Morten Harket,
Von Mondo,
Depeche Mode,
Sixth Finger,
Brick,
H. Thieme,
Tomorrow,
Robert Görl,
Franke,
Young Marble Giants,
Silicon Teens,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Funkadelic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Techniques,
Bizarre Inc.,
Charles Mingus,
Swell Maps,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amazonics,
John Coltrane,
Flash Fearless,
Sound Behaviour,
ABBA,
Ice-T,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stiv Bators,
Audionom,
Henry Cow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Human League,
The Smoke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Niagra,
Liliput,
The Tremeloes,
The Sound,
Man Parrish,
Skriet,
Dead Boys,
Q and Not U,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Godley & Creme,
B.T. Express,
Connie Case,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.