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 Lesotho 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Funky Four + One to the techno 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Black Flag,
The Music Machine,
Pagans,
The Wake,
Minnie Riperton,
The Flesh Eaters,
AZ,
Mission of Burma,
Skriet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Sheep,
Y Pants,
Althea and Donna,
Idris Muhammad,
The Human League,
The Cure,
10cc,
The Gladiators,
Andrew Hill,
Hoover,
Dark Day,
Peter and Kerry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flipper,
Von Mondo,
LL Cool J,
The Gun Club,
Electric Prunes,
Rosa Yemen,
Ken Boothe,
Con Funk Shun,
June Days,
ABBA,
The Modern Lovers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Malaria!,
DNA,
Fear,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Laurel Aitken,
Amon Düül II,
Faust,
Neu!,
Judy Mowatt,
Babytalk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Livin' Joy,
Skaos,
Dorothy Ashby,
Albert Ayler,
Stetsasonic,
Little Man,
Brick,
Icehouse,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Maleditus Sound,
Sandy B,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.