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 Laos and from Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Howard Jones to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Bill Near,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Last Poets,
Anakelly,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pole,
The Saints,
The Black Dice,
The Walker Brothers,
Altered Images,
Max Romeo,
Toni Rubio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Judy Mowatt,
The J.B.'s,
Lower 48,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mummies,
Agent Orange,
Joey Negro,
Icehouse,
AZ,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Star Department,
ABBA,
Pussy Galore,
Kevin Saunderson,
Von Mondo,
Brass Construction,
La Düsseldorf,
Grandmaster Flash,
Agitation Free,
Jacob Miller,
Joyce Sims,
The Martian,
10cc,
Moby Grape,
Ultimate Spinach,
Funky Four + One,
Ludus,
Eli Mardock,
Dave Gahan,
Bronski Beat,
Outsiders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Spoonie Gee,
Unwound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gories,
Metal Thangz,
The Dead C,
Cecil Taylor,
The Moleskins,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.