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 Guinea-Bissau and from Spokane.
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 Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Chris Corsano to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Kas Product,
Flipper,
Accadde A,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dennis Brown,
Oblivians,
The Monochrome Set,
Bronski Beat,
Vladislav Delay,
Hardrive,
Robert Görl,
Faraquet,
The Beau Brummels,
Goldenarms,
Sällskapet,
Fela Kuti,
Magma,
Surgeon,
Jeff Lynne,
the Soft Cell,
Livin' Joy,
The Music Machine,
Metal Thangz,
The Barracudas,
Absolute Body Control,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Basic Channel,
Iggy Pop,
Toni Rubio,
Arcadia,
Sight & Sound,
Minutemen,
Siglo XX,
Flash Fearless,
Roxy Music,
Man Parrish,
Ohio Players,
Matthew Bourne,
Mandrill,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Wyatt,
Al Stewart,
Judy Mowatt,
La Düsseldorf,
New York Dolls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
PIL,
Talk Talk,
The Skatalites,
Brick,
Shuggie Otis,
Sister Nancy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
A Certain Ratio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eli Mardock,
Michelle Simonal,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.