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 Tuvalu and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Magazine to the rap 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control 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?
Gil Scott Heron,
The Birthday Party,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Leaves,
Fort Wilson Riot,
One Last Wish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boz Scaggs,
Urselle,
James Chance & The Contortions,
E-Dancer,
Blossom Toes,
Marmalade,
Nation of Ulysses,
Don Cherry,
Severed Heads,
Agent Orange,
PIL,
The Searchers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
kango's stein massive,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dave Clark Five,
Royal Trux,
The Slits,
10cc,
John Foxx,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marshall Jefferson,
Delta 5,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gories,
Dorothy Ashby,
Leonard Cohen,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Christie,
In Retrospect,
Grandmaster Flash,
JFA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stetsasonic,
Audionom,
Visage,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Byrd,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David McCallum,
Godley & Creme,
Barrington Levy,
DJ Sneak,
Ultravox,
Von Mondo,
Swell Maps,
Bootsy Collins,
The Modern Lovers,
Amazonics,
Cameo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lyres,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.