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 Afghanistan and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Fad Gadget to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Desert Stars,
Bad Manners,
Yellowson,
PIL,
Godley & Creme,
Oneida,
Ossler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Laurel Aitken,
B.T. Express,
Fatback Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed,
Supertramp,
Bill Near,
Subhumans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terrestrial Tones,
Smog,
cv313,
DJ Style,
Mad Mike,
Sugar Minott,
Saccharine Trust,
This Heat,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gap Band,
The Skatalites,
Sun Ra,
The New Christs,
New York Dolls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Wake,
Bobby Womack,
K-Klass,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
A Certain Ratio,
Rites of Spring,
Derrick May,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Susan Cadogan,
Audionom,
Gong,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Litter,
Roxette,
Byron Stingily,
The Mojo Men,
Yazoo,
Terry Callier,
Tres Demented,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marine Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Deepchord,
Josef K,
The Dirtbombs,
Erasure,
Andrew Hill,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.