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 Dominican Republic and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soft Machine to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
B.T. Express,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Evens,
Sparks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Selecter,
The Golliwogs,
Deepchord,
Ronnie Foster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Maleditus Sound,
Shoche,
Bobby Sherman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Youth Brigade,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Doors,
Bluetip,
Nico,
Bronski Beat,
Cameo,
Jerry's Kids,
Fad Gadget,
8 Eyed Spy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Spoonie Gee,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
D'Angelo,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gories,
Bob Dylan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Blackbyrds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Move,
L. Decosne,
The Grass Roots,
Tomorrow,
Symarip,
Alton Ellis,
Nils Olav,
Public Image Ltd.,
Television,
Section 25,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mission of Burma,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Hood,
John Coltrane,
Loose Ends,
Blossom Toes,
Rapeman,
The Buckinghams,
Oblivians,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Laurel Aitken,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.