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 Guinea-Bissau and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Essential Logic to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Model 500,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Maleditus Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Hashim,
Severed Heads,
Judy Mowatt,
Morten Harket,
Little Man,
Roxette,
The Stooges,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Walker Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rekid,
Joyce Sims,
Soft Cell,
Joey Negro,
Talk Talk,
Toni Rubio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Gang Dance,
In Retrospect,
EPMD,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jerry's Kids,
Man Eating Sloth,
A Certain Ratio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Colin Newman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Slave,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gun Club,
Hot Snakes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amazonics,
Buzzcocks,
Swell Maps,
FM Einheit,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Junior Murvin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Visage,
Bill Near,
June of 44,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tropical Tobacco,
Scientists,
The Residents,
Prince Buster,
8 Eyed Spy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Spandau Ballet,
Dennis Brown,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.