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 Spain and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Donald Fagen 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the rock 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sex Pistols,
Gong,
Urselle,
John Coltrane,
Supertramp,
Boogie Down Productions,
H. Thieme,
Gang Gang Dance,
Whodini,
AZ,
Jeff Mills,
MDC,
Marcia Griffiths,
Warsaw,
LL Cool J,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
F. McDonald,
Quadrant,
The Blackbyrds,
The Victims,
Yaz,
Sonic Youth,
The Pretty Things,
Fela Kuti,
Cheater Slicks,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The United States of America,
Prince Buster,
Fear,
The Skatalites,
B.T. Express,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ludus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sarah Menescal,
Faraquet,
Thee Headcoats,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Colin Newman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Model 500,
The Wake,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultravox,
Vladislav Delay,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
MC5,
Black Pus,
New York Dolls,
Massinfluence,
Peter and Kerry,
Barrington Levy,
Quando Quango,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hardrive,
Fat Boys,
Todd Terry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skaos,
Bad Manners,
These Immortal Souls,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.