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 Slovenia 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Swell Maps to the grime 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Soft Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Warsaw,
The Happenings,
Mr. Review,
Rosa Yemen,
Derrick Morgan,
Ronnie Foster,
Y Pants,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yellowson,
DJ Sneak,
Godley & Creme,
Vainqueur,
These Immortal Souls,
Audionom,
Anthony Braxton,
Q and Not U,
Jesper Dahlback,
Siglo XX,
LL Cool J,
The Divine Comedy,
Todd Terry,
The Motions,
Reagan Youth,
Index,
The Wake,
Lou Reed,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Skatalites,
Altered Images,
Crispian St. Peters,
T. Rex,
the Normal,
The Dead C,
Los Fastidios,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eve St. Jones,
Amon Düül II,
Amazonics,
Pole,
Cameo,
Joe Finger,
The Durutti Column,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scott Walker,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
David Bowie,
Rekid,
Sight & Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Spandau Ballet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Flag,
Ten City,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.