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 Guatemala and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 The Human League to the punk 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Throbbing Gristle,
Delon & Dalcan,
Spoonie Gee,
Whodini,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rosa Yemen,
Vladislav Delay,
Sound Behaviour,
Eli Mardock,
Fugazi,
Easy Going,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Hood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Donald Byrd,
Marine Girls,
Marmalade,
T. Rex,
Joyce Sims,
Sister Nancy,
Minor Threat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Audionom,
The Sonics,
Monolake,
Tres Demented,
Desert Stars,
Gang of Four,
Pantytec,
DNA,
The Grass Roots,
The Index,
The Stooges,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kayak,
Gabor Szabo,
Animal Collective,
Simply Red,
Depeche Mode,
Bob Dylan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joe Smooth,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare,
Sonny Sharrock,
La Düsseldorf,
The American Breed,
The Birthday Party,
The J.B.'s,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Durutti Column,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tom Boy,
Altered Images,
Byron Stingily,
Chris & Cosey,
Swans,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.