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 Solomon Islands and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Moebius to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
D'Angelo,
Negative Approach,
Technova,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Knickerbockers,
Talk Talk,
Ken Boothe,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Bob Dylan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bad Manners,
Royal Trux,
The Music Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
Juan Atkins,
Fela Kuti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Leonard Cohen,
UT,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Suicide,
the Soft Cell,
Aaron Thompson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Japan,
Blake Baxter,
Underground Resistance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mark Hollis,
Pussy Galore,
Babytalk,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dead C,
The Techniques,
Bluetip,
The Barracudas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oneida,
Lungfish,
Ultravox,
Nik Kershaw,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Youth Brigade,
The Toasters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cure,
June Days,
The Mojo Men,
The Last Poets,
The Remains,
Todd Rundgren,
Rosa Yemen,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.