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 Austria and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Starr,
Thompson Twins,
Television,
Minnie Riperton,
Wire,
Morten Harket,
The Golliwogs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed,
The Buckinghams,
The Cramps,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
D'Angelo,
Kerri Chandler,
Yusef Lateef,
Maurizio,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric Copeland,
Cluster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Livin' Joy,
Mission of Burma,
Robert Hood,
Masters at Work,
New Age Steppers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joe Finger,
Simply Red,
The Star Department,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Velvet Underground,
Wasted Youth,
Mantronix,
Pierre Henry,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sonics,
Von Mondo,
The Saints,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sam Rivers,
Lalann,
The United States of America,
Moby Grape,
Sex Pistols,
Anakelly,
Nirvana,
Surgeon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yaz,
Arthur Verocai,
Tommy Roe,
DNA,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rakim,
Roy Ayers,
Khruangbin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lindisfarne,
Skaos,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.