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 Mali 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
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 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the grunge 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
F. McDonald,
DJ Style,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skarface,
DNA,
Mad Mike,
Barclay James Harvest,
Connie Case,
Shoche,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sight & Sound,
Echospace,
Hashim,
Model 500,
Pylon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
PIL,
Scientists,
Magma,
Brothers Johnson,
Sparks,
the Normal,
The Toasters,
Procol Harum,
The Skatalites,
L. Decosne,
Pierre Henry,
Mantronix,
Ornette Coleman,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Womack,
The New Christs,
E-Dancer,
The Angels of Light,
Monolake,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Monks,
Dual Sessions,
The Shadows of Knight,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soul II Soul,
Matthew Bourne,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Bananas,
Absolute Body Control,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arab on Radar,
The Gap Band,
Kas Product,
The Star Department,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pet Shop Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joe Smooth,
Niagra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Slave,
cv313,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.