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 Comoros and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 The Black Dice to the disco 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
ABC,
Arab on Radar,
David Axelrod,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
Con Funk Shun,
Nirvana,
The Smiths,
Clear Light,
Chris Corsano,
Eurythmics,
The United States of America,
La Düsseldorf,
Scott Walker,
Severed Heads,
UT,
Sarah Menescal,
In Retrospect,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cymande,
Gang Green,
Josef K,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sister Nancy,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fall,
Barrington Levy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Eli Mardock,
The Mummies,
the Human League,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Doors,
Joey Negro,
Freddie Wadling,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Barracudas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sound Behaviour,
Bang On A Can,
Masters at Work,
The Cramps,
World's Most,
Fat Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
The Tremeloes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scan 7,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fire Engines,
LL Cool J,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sparks,
Outsiders,
Robert Wyatt,
Radio Birdman,
Joy Division,
Bill Near,
the Slits,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.