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 Swaziland and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Nils Olav to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Flipper,
The Dirtbombs,
X-Ray Spex,
Thompson Twins,
Gerry Rafferty,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
These Immortal Souls,
The Misunderstood,
Hardrive,
Tres Demented,
The Martian,
Rapeman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Main Source,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rotary Connection,
Roxy Music,
Rakim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott Heron,
Qualms,
Bobby Sherman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nik Kershaw,
The Saints,
The Skatalites,
Tomorrow,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Swans,
Dave Gahan,
Altered Images,
Pussy Galore,
Dorothy Ashby,
Echospace,
Drive Like Jehu,
LL Cool J,
Tropical Tobacco,
Can,
Pantaleimon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Warren Ellis,
Eric Copeland,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dennis Brown,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terry Callier,
T. Rex,
Swell Maps,
Black Flag,
Jimmy McGriff,
MDC,
Angry Samoans,
The Sonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Groovy Waters,
EPMD,
Jeru the Damaja,
D'Angelo,
Eurythmics,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.