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 Guinea and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Moody Blues to the rap 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Von Mondo,
Brand Nubian,
The Slits,
Bill Near,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Parry Music,
Joe Smooth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Q65,
Joensuu 1685,
Camouflage,
Jacob Miller,
Eddi Front,
The Associates,
Public Enemy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Depeche Mode,
Half Japanese,
Erykah Badu,
Suicide,
Archie Shepp,
Piero Umiliani,
Model 500,
Minnie Riperton,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joyce Sims,
Ohio Players,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pole,
Barbara Tucker,
Blake Baxter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minny Pops,
The Music Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soulsonic Force,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ludus,
Average White Band,
Harry Pussy,
The Techniques,
The Flesh Eaters,
T. Rex,
Joy Division,
Skriet,
L. Decosne,
Eric Dolphy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
EPMD,
The Index,
The Shadows of Knight,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gap Band,
Rotary Connection,
Neil Young,
kango's stein massive,
Motorama,
Godley & Creme,
Mission of Burma,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.