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 Ukraine and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 A Certain Ratio to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Eli Mardock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nik Kershaw,
Camberwell Now,
Sugar Minott,
David Axelrod,
Joe Finger,
Franke,
Lightning Bolt,
Kurtis Blow,
Unrelated Segments,
Talk Talk,
The Vogues,
Sun Ra,
Nick Fraelich,
The Music Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
Alice Coltrane,
The Doobie Brothers,
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the Normal,
F. McDonald,
Jacques Brel,
Eurythmics,
Leonard Cohen,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mummies,
Tres Demented,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marine Girls,
Blake Baxter,
X-101,
Ronan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rekid,
Bob Dylan,
Kenny Larkin,
Crash Course in Science,
Crime,
Sexual Harrassment,
Make Up,
The Offenders,
Scientists,
Reagan Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brick,
Prince Buster,
The Toasters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Kinks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dead Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Masters at Work,
Boredoms,
MC5,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ituana,
Black Pus,
Lalann,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.