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 Edmonton.
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 Woodstock and Tokyo.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 AZ to the crunk 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
These Immortal Souls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flamin' Groovies,
kango's stein massive,
Marmalade,
T. Rex,
Gang of Four,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pole,
Subhumans,
The Dead C,
Joey Negro,
Kas Product,
Ronnie Foster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Urselle,
Organ,
Brick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Electric Light Orchestra,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Hood,
Roxy Music,
Drexciya,
Trumans Water,
John Holt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minnie Riperton,
Camouflage,
The Cure,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tubeway Army,
Nico,
the Swans,
Henry Cow,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cowsills,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Clear Light,
The Birthday Party,
The Standells,
The Trojans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Red Krayola,
The Vogues,
Marine Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Ornette Coleman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Angry Samoans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deepchord,
Eve St. Jones,
Boredoms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.