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 Eritrea and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Sam Rivers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
JFA,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Duran Duran,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fire Engines,
Charles Mingus,
Wire,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gladiators,
Suicide,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bauhaus,
The Blackbyrds,
Zero Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Mission of Burma,
Deepchord,
Circle Jerks,
Visage,
MC5,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Modern Lovers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rotary Connection,
Masters at Work,
Gichy Dan,
Neil Young,
Unrelated Segments,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wasted Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tim Buckley,
A Certain Ratio,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fall,
Henry Cow,
Tom Boy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Magma,
Jacques Brel,
Yellowson,
Severed Heads,
The Leaves,
KRS-One,
Funky Four + One,
Grauzone,
the Germs,
Pylon,
Fatback Band,
Country Teasers,
CMW,
Letta Mbulu,
Spandau Ballet,
Yusef Lateef,
Lucky Dragons,
New Age Steppers,
The Vogues,
Nils Olav,
Todd Rundgren,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.