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 Ecuador and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Mighty Diamonds to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Joey Negro,
The Real Kids,
the Bar-Kays,
Model 500,
Rapeman,
10cc,
Easy Going,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Section 25,
The Toasters,
Eric Copeland,
Motorama,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-102,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Frankie Knuckles,
Letta Mbulu,
Harry Pussy,
Grey Daturas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Monks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Angry Samoans,
AZ,
the Human League,
The Martian,
The Young Rascals,
Intrusion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Visage,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Count Five,
The Walker Brothers,
Talk Talk,
Cybotron,
The Red Krayola,
EPMD,
Inner City,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tom Boy,
Leonard Cohen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neil Young,
Wally Richardson,
Outsiders,
the Normal,
Quadrant,
Vladislav Delay,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Second Layer,
Pet Shop Boys,
Half Japanese,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Adolescents,
The Black Dice,
The Cure,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.