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 Somalia and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pharoah Sanders to the rap 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Second Layer,
One Last Wish,
Cymande,
Adolescents,
Soft Cell,
Boz Scaggs,
Blake Baxter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jacques Brel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fire Engines,
Hardrive,
Neil Young,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Unwound,
CMW,
Kayak,
Sam Rivers,
Lyres,
Arthur Verocai,
Roger Hodgson,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Seeds,
Radio Birdman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flamin' Groovies,
Von Mondo,
The Gories,
Cecil Taylor,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deadbeat,
Goldenarms,
Country Teasers,
The Slits,
The Raincoats,
the Germs,
Organ,
F. McDonald,
Wings,
Wire,
Avey Tare,
Icehouse,
Soul Sonic Force,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fluxion,
the Soft Cell,
The Velvet Underground,
Circle Jerks,
Basic Channel,
L. Decosne,
E-Dancer,
The Mummies,
Youth Brigade,
The Pop Group,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Warsaw,
The Index,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.