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 Egypt and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Roger Hodgson to the techno 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
June Days,
Bill Near,
Infiniti,
Smog,
Electric Prunes,
Alton Ellis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Pretty Things,
Todd Terry,
F. McDonald,
EPMD,
Clear Light,
Pere Ubu,
Von Mondo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Glenn Branca,
Panda Bear,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ludus,
One Last Wish,
The J.B.'s,
Ituana,
Jimmy McGriff,
Simply Red,
kango's stein massive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Iggy Pop,
The Alarm Clocks,
Maurizio,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Remains,
Depeche Mode,
Black Sheep,
Underground Resistance,
Lungfish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Lydon,
The Standells,
The Kinks,
Howard Jones,
Groovy Waters,
Sandy B,
Gong,
The American Breed,
The Martian,
Nik Kershaw,
The Motions,
Nico,
Matthew Halsall,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Bang On A Can,
Albert Ayler,
David McCallum,
Cecil Taylor,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vladislav Delay,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.