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 Kosovo and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 10cc to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Vogues,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Althea and Donna,
D'Angelo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Pop Group,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Residents,
Junior Murvin,
Isaac Hayes,
The Real Kids,
Loose Ends,
Zapp,
Fela Kuti,
Con Funk Shun,
The Smiths,
The Red Krayola,
Nick Fraelich,
MDC,
The Count Five,
Audionom,
Rufus Thomas,
Bush Tetras,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dave Gahan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Livin' Joy,
Bill Wells,
Agent Orange,
Sparks,
Basic Channel,
Black Sheep,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pagans,
Eric Dolphy,
Skaos,
Soul II Soul,
Ten City,
The Gories,
The Offenders,
Byron Stingily,
Main Source,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Electric Prunes,
Alton Ellis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Starr,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Oblivians,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Youth Brigade,
Oneida,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.