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 Bahrain and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Arab on Radar to the techno 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
The Litter,
Robert Wyatt,
Al Stewart,
The Leaves,
Fatback Band,
PIL,
Unrelated Segments,
Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Matthew Halsall,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Malaria!,
Icehouse,
Soft Cell,
Roger Hodgson,
Max Romeo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gap Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boredoms,
The Five Americans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brick,
The Names,
Newcleus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang of Four,
The Smiths,
the Soft Cell,
Stereo Dub,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
Soft Machine,
Average White Band,
Sonic Youth,
Moebius,
Camberwell Now,
Blossom Toes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marvin Gaye,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare,
Thee Headcoats,
Curtis Mayfield,
Todd Terry,
Tim Buckley,
Rotary Connection,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Association,
Michelle Simonal,
Neil Young,
Siglo XX,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eddi Front,
The Kinks,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.