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 Jordan and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 The Remains to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
B.T. Express,
Unrelated Segments,
Roy Ayers,
The Mummies,
Kool Moe Dee,
KRS-One,
Hardrive,
The Slits,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sister Nancy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Knickerbockers,
Maurizio,
Ohio Players,
Morten Harket,
Gichy Dan,
Dave Gahan,
Jacques Brel,
The Gories,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Junior Murvin,
Thompson Twins,
Deadbeat,
the Germs,
Surgeon,
Sarah Menescal,
Cymande,
The Blackbyrds,
the Human League,
Soulsonic Force,
John Coltrane,
The Gap Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Harry Pussy,
Qualms,
Scientists,
Chris & Cosey,
Accadde A,
Swans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Zapp,
Section 25,
Rapeman,
Steve Hackett,
Bad Manners,
The Monochrome Set,
Jimmy McGriff,
David Axelrod,
Man Parrish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Janne Schatter,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Litter,
Heaven 17,
Crime,
cv313,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kevin Saunderson,
Electric Prunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.