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 Panama and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Pierre Henry to the grunge 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Rotary Connection,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Faust,
Bootsy Collins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Japan,
The Selecter,
Yaz,
Skriet,
Camberwell Now,
Moby Grape,
the Human League,
Bizarre Inc.,
Andrew Hill,
Yazoo,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Misunderstood,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sparks,
Carl Craig,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Black Dice,
T. Rex,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pussy Galore,
Main Source,
Reuben Wilson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Maurizio,
The Last Poets,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boogie Down Productions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quadrant,
Soulsonic Force,
LL Cool J,
Hot Snakes,
Royal Trux,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dawn Penn,
Amon Düül,
The Slackers,
Mo-Dettes,
Jawbox,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare,
The Blues Magoos,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Pus,
Monolake,
Q and Not U,
Byron Stingily,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
L. Decosne,
Rites of Spring,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rufus Thomas,
Technova,
The Saints,
Delta 5,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.