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 Namibia and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 Deepchord to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eurythmics,
Donny Hathaway,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tomorrow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Max Romeo,
Yaz,
Alison Limerick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dennis Brown,
Soulsonic Force,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wire,
Sonic Youth,
Monks,
Pantaleimon,
Babytalk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
ABC,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David McCallum,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Kinks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Divine Comedy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Severed Heads,
Peter and Kerry,
Minny Pops,
Lightning Bolt,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Maleditus Sound,
Monolake,
Fatback Band,
The Litter,
Bobby Sherman,
Niagra,
The Stooges,
Reuben Wilson,
Archie Shepp,
The Moody Blues,
Pylon,
John Cale,
Gichy Dan,
Blossom Toes,
Gabor Szabo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crash Course in Science,
Boredoms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marine Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Spandau Ballet,
Toni Rubio,
Black Bananas,
This Heat,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.