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 Iraq and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Isaac Hayes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Michelle Simonal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barclay James Harvest,
Prince Buster,
Laurel Aitken,
X-Ray Spex,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Basic Channel,
Andrew Hill,
Nico,
Wings,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
10cc,
Judy Mowatt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minny Pops,
Quando Quango,
Crime,
Roy Ayers,
Motorama,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alton Ellis,
Bob Dylan,
Urselle,
48th St. Collective,
K-Klass,
Circle Jerks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roxy Music,
Skarface,
Dual Sessions,
Accadde A,
Matthew Halsall,
Anakelly,
Pierre Henry,
Wolf Eyes,
Qualms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Leonard Cohen,
Pulsallama,
Ultra Naté,
Minor Threat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Man Parrish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Normal,
Jeff Lynne,
Vainqueur,
MDC,
Slick Rick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Visage,
the Slits,
The Mojo Men,
Moss Icon,
Marc Almond,
Mission of Burma,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.