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 Portugal and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 Unrelated Segments to the electroclash 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Popol Vuh,
The Leaves,
Man Eating Sloth,
David McCallum,
The Blackbyrds,
Cluster,
Neil Young,
Newcleus,
Black Sheep,
Public Enemy,
Sandy B,
Gong,
The Five Americans,
Joe Finger,
KRS-One,
Blake Baxter,
Pussy Galore,
Scott Walker,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Wyatt,
The Buckinghams,
Nas,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Young Rascals,
Nik Kershaw,
Pere Ubu,
Jacob Miller,
Marmalade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joy Division,
Michelle Simonal,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mo-Dettes,
The Raincoats,
The Motions,
Spoonie Gee,
Kerrie Biddell,
10cc,
Don Cherry,
The Music Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
T. Rex,
Heaven 17,
Todd Rundgren,
the Slits,
Quadrant,
Grauzone,
Big Daddy Kane,
Steve Hackett,
the Human League,
Ultravox,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hashim,
The Trojans,
Babytalk,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.