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 Ghana and from Lagos.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Crooked Eye to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Metal Thangz,
Roger Hodgson,
Accadde A,
a-ha,
Reuben Wilson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tom Boy,
Sight & Sound,
Todd Terry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scientists,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sonic Youth,
L. Decosne,
Joyce Sims,
Circle Jerks,
Harry Pussy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Trojans,
Public Enemy,
Arab on Radar,
Junior Murvin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skaos,
R.M.O.,
Newcleus,
Main Source,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Stooges,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Searchers,
Crooked Eye,
Amon Düül,
Black Sheep,
Godley & Creme,
T. Rex,
Icehouse,
Wings,
John Lydon,
Danielle Patucci,
OOIOO,
Idris Muhammad,
Deakin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Khruangbin,
Siglo XX,
New York Dolls,
Clear Light,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mojo Men,
The Saints,
PIL,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Q and Not U,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-101,
Fat Boys,
Vainqueur,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.