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 Argentina and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kool Moe Dee to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
kango's stein massive,
The Doors,
Jimmy McGriff,
Al Stewart,
Leonard Cohen,
Kas Product,
The Divine Comedy,
Joensuu 1685,
Hardrive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tim Buckley,
Motorama,
The American Breed,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crash Course in Science,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Erasure,
Television,
Roxy Music,
Laurel Aitken,
DJ Sneak,
Supertramp,
Marvin Gaye,
The Slackers,
Negative Approach,
David Axelrod,
Black Moon,
Maurizio,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Leaves,
Howard Jones,
Deepchord,
U.S. Maple,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grey Daturas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eli Mardock,
Urselle,
Brand Nubian,
Sun Ra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Monks,
Susan Cadogan,
The Real Kids,
Fear,
Michelle Simonal,
Isaac Hayes,
Crispian St. Peters,
B.T. Express,
The Fortunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fugazi,
Pet Shop Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tubeway Army,
Soulsonic Force,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.