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 Costa Rica and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 X-102 to the techno 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Stereo Dub,
Ultra Naté,
Scientists,
Spoonie Gee,
Lalann,
Sexual Harrassment,
Icehouse,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
KRS-One,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Graham Central Station,
Eve St. Jones,
Leonard Cohen,
The Zeros,
AZ,
Silicon Teens,
The Birthday Party,
Nation of Ulysses,
Max Romeo,
Amon Düül,
Make Up,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rites of Spring,
Nils Olav,
Parry Music,
The Divine Comedy,
Gabor Szabo,
The Smoke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Christie,
Suburban Knight,
Skarface,
Black Sheep,
Deakin,
Scott Walker,
Gang of Four,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crooked Eye,
Stetsasonic,
Quantec,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pantaleimon,
Second Layer,
Jeff Mills,
Brothers Johnson,
Tubeway Army,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mo-Dettes,
The Martian,
Sonic Youth,
Lyres,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hasil Adkins,
Simply Red,
Youth Brigade,
Japan,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.