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 Solomon Islands and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Jacob Miller to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
The Fall,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Bar-Kays,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Vogues,
Tres Demented,
Fatback Band,
The Mummies,
The Tremeloes,
Young Marble Giants,
the Human League,
Negative Approach,
Scratch Acid,
Popol Vuh,
Henry Cow,
Tom Boy,
The Residents,
Ultravox,
Nico,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lucky Dragons,
The Kinks,
Motorama,
Technova,
Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yazoo,
Brass Construction,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Massinfluence,
John Lydon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fela Kuti,
kango's stein massive,
Wasted Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
Bad Manners,
Procol Harum,
Qualms,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marvin Gaye,
The Smoke,
The Blackbyrds,
Bronski Beat,
Buzzcocks,
Harry Pussy,
Cheater Slicks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeff Mills,
Thompson Twins,
Spandau Ballet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oblivians,
John Holt,
Nirvana,
Model 500,
The Slits,
Accadde A,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.