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 Gambia and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Jandek to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Thee Headcoats,
Lindisfarne,
Stetsasonic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rhythm & Sound,
Maurizio,
Zapp,
Wings,
John Cale,
Maleditus Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Cabaret Voltaire,
June Days,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gun Club,
Kurtis Blow,
T.S.O.L.,
Altered Images,
Flash Fearless,
KRS-One,
Model 500,
Simply Red,
The Raincoats,
The Stooges,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eli Mardock,
Freddie Wadling,
The Kinks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Womack,
Connie Case,
Khruangbin,
Vainqueur,
Gang Green,
The J.B.'s,
Depeche Mode,
10cc,
Parry Music,
The Saints,
Peter and Kerry,
Niagra,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare,
Joy Division,
Laurel Aitken,
Scion,
Matthew Bourne,
Infiniti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sound,
The Standells,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joensuu 1685,
Angry Samoans,
Rakim,
Qualms,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Sherman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pere Ubu,
Aswad,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.