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 Niger and from Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 The Grass Roots to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stiv Bators,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kayak,
Charles Mingus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scott Walker,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fortunes,
The Human League,
Animal Collective,
The Happenings,
Toni Rubio,
Cecil Taylor,
Rod Modell,
Absolute Body Control,
Depeche Mode,
Steve Hackett,
Nico,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Trojans,
Skriet,
The Stooges,
The American Breed,
Andrew Hill,
The Real Kids,
Niagra,
Donny Hathaway,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fall,
Hashim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Parry Music,
Lindisfarne,
Cameo,
Mr. Review,
Aloha Tigers,
This Heat,
UT,
Metal Thangz,
Amazonics,
China Crisis,
The Wake,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gladiators,
Swell Maps,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wolf Eyes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Spandau Ballet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-102,
The Blackbyrds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minnie Riperton,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flipper,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.