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 Argentina and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Flash Fearless to the techno 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Franke,
Stiv Bators,
Technova,
Symarip,
The Gap Band,
the Sonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Derrick Morgan,
Guru Guru,
Throbbing Gristle,
Man Eating Sloth,
June Days,
Gang Green,
Sister Nancy,
The Gladiators,
Q and Not U,
the Slits,
Motorama,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scott Walker,
Monolake,
The Blackbyrds,
Rakim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bauhaus,
Steve Hackett,
The Martian,
Das Ding,
Anakelly,
Boredoms,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skaos,
Radiohead,
Camberwell Now,
Kevin Saunderson,
Index,
Barrington Levy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Suburban Knight,
Joey Negro,
Pylon,
The Mummies,
Tom Boy,
Warren Ellis,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Hood,
Neil Young,
Donald Byrd,
Girls At Our Best!,
Icehouse,
Scion,
Bronski Beat,
Ultravox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The American Breed,
Jeru the Damaja,
Absolute Body Control,
Yellowson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.