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 Poland and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Yellowson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
David Axelrod,
These Immortal Souls,
Judy Mowatt,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Glenn Branca,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roxy Music,
Traffic Nightmare,
Reuben Wilson,
Ice-T,
In Retrospect,
The Fugs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terrestrial Tones,
T. Rex,
Make Up,
Ponytail,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nik Kershaw,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Juan Atkins,
Moss Icon,
Lower 48,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
FM Einheit,
Bob Dylan,
Radio Birdman,
Steve Hackett,
Terry Callier,
Laurel Aitken,
Groovy Waters,
Sixth Finger,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
World's Most,
Slick Rick,
DJ Sneak,
The Dirtbombs,
Tears for Fears,
The Blues Magoos,
Dual Sessions,
June Days,
Alton Ellis,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed,
Wings,
Faraquet,
cv313,
Brand Nubian,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cecil Taylor,
Kurtis Blow,
Bang On A Can,
Thompson Twins,
Suburban Knight,
The Electric Prunes,
Rekid,
Talk Talk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.