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 Liberia and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lalann to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Main Source,
EPMD,
Nils Olav,
Model 500,
Drive Like Jehu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Q65,
The Cramps,
Scott Walker,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
a-ha,
Sun Ra,
ABC,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harry Pussy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Intrusion,
Jeff Lynne,
The Victims,
The Motions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Procol Harum,
Eyeless In Gaza,
La Düsseldorf,
PIL,
Bill Wells,
Funkadelic,
Rites of Spring,
Boredoms,
The Happenings,
Bang On A Can,
Black Bananas,
Cameo,
Thompson Twins,
Niagra,
Interpol,
Carl Craig,
Curtis Mayfield,
Talk Talk,
The Toasters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fat Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Technova,
Sandy B,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Adolescents,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barclay James Harvest,
Khruangbin,
Rekid,
The Moody Blues,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Divine Comedy,
The Golliwogs,
Public Enemy,
The Stooges,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.