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 Kosovo and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Cheater Slicks to the grunge 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bush Tetras,
Anakelly,
Alison Limerick,
Infiniti,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pylon,
Essential Logic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bauhaus,
Eric Dolphy,
Q65,
The Young Rascals,
David McCallum,
Oblivians,
Wolf Eyes,
Duran Duran,
Eden Ahbez,
One Last Wish,
Sexual Harrassment,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lalo Schifrin,
The United States of America,
Jacques Brel,
Theoretical Girls,
The Names,
Gichy Dan,
Buzzcocks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boz Scaggs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Vogues,
New York Dolls,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dirtbombs,
Ten City,
Judy Mowatt,
JFA,
Cheater Slicks,
In Retrospect,
Derrick Morgan,
Bluetip,
Kurtis Blow,
John Holt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neu!,
Drexciya,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fire Engines,
Excepter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Easy Going,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mark Hollis,
Skriet,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.