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 Bhutan and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 This Heat to the electroclash 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Dennis Brown,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Morten Harket,
The Kinks,
Au Pairs,
Visage,
U.S. Maple,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Residents,
Skaos,
the Normal,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rapeman,
Loose Ends,
Lakeside,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scion,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brand Nubian,
These Immortal Souls,
Zapp,
Essential Logic,
Procol Harum,
The Index,
Japan,
Andrew Hill,
John Foxx,
John Cale,
Harpers Bizarre,
Shoche,
Soul Sonic Force,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Byrd,
Stiv Bators,
The Vogues,
Joe Smooth,
Lalann,
Jandek,
Erykah Badu,
Spandau Ballet,
Groovy Waters,
Reagan Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Public Enemy,
Roy Ayers,
Porter Ricks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soul II Soul,
Dave Gahan,
Thee Headcoats,
Y Pants,
Juan Atkins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nico,
Rekid,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Doors,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crime,
Brass Construction,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.