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 Ivory Coast 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the rock 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective 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?
Icehouse,
X-Ray Spex,
Los Fastidios,
Sugar Minott,
Godley & Creme,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Chrome,
Blancmange,
Sun City Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dual Sessions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roxy Music,
Kaleidoscope,
Bang On A Can,
Siglo XX,
Soft Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
Eddi Front,
The Fugs,
Kenny Larkin,
Infiniti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Germs,
Spoonie Gee,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quando Quango,
Fluxion,
Absolute Body Control,
Graham Central Station,
Soft Cell,
The Offenders,
Hardrive,
Barbara Tucker,
Vainqueur,
June of 44,
A Certain Ratio,
Thompson Twins,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeff Lynne,
Liliput,
The Monochrome Set,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Whodini,
Adolescents,
Connie Case,
D'Angelo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Slave,
The Raincoats,
Boredoms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alison Limerick,
Negative Approach,
Lungfish,
The Remains,
Rotary Connection,
The Slackers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.