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 Palau 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 Be Bop Deluxe to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Offenders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dave Gahan,
Janne Schatter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dawn Penn,
The Gap Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neu!,
MC5,
a-ha,
Dennis Brown,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Parry Music,
Jeff Mills,
Marmalade,
Kevin Saunderson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Man Parrish,
Scratch Acid,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Basic Channel,
Young Marble Giants,
Sandy B,
Pylon,
Silicon Teens,
Steve Hackett,
Roy Ayers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
48th St. Collective,
Simply Red,
Stetsasonic,
Nirvana,
Crooked Eye,
Joy Division,
La Düsseldorf,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Red Krayola,
Ken Boothe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
8 Eyed Spy,
Franke,
Dark Day,
Blake Baxter,
Wings,
The Neon Judgement,
The Doobie Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joey Negro,
James White and The Blacks,
EPMD,
Mantronix,
Urselle,
Nik Kershaw,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
June of 44,
Panda Bear,
Deakin,
Joe Smooth,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.