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 Mali and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Derrick Morgan to the grime 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Thompson Twins,
Rotary Connection,
Ultra Naté,
Johnny Clarke,
Eurythmics,
Pulsallama,
Shuggie Otis,
a-ha,
the Slits,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeff Lynne,
Average White Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dawn Penn,
Aloha Tigers,
Fat Boys,
Ituana,
Steve Hackett,
John Lydon,
Zapp,
The Fire Engines,
Goldenarms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roger Hodgson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harmonia,
Barrington Levy,
Graham Central Station,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minor Threat,
Neil Young,
The Walker Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
LL Cool J,
Roxette,
Severed Heads,
Black Pus,
The Selecter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Angry Samoans,
Sparks,
The Pop Group,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Young Rascals,
Althea and Donna,
Pylon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Porter Ricks,
Carl Craig,
Archie Shepp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fela Kuti,
Rekid,
Simply Red,
Reuben Wilson,
Todd Rundgren,
Fluxion,
The Last Poets,
Godley & Creme,
Sister Nancy,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.