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 Uruguay and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Unwound to the disco 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DJ Sneak,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bill Near,
Todd Rundgren,
B.T. Express,
Soul II Soul,
Judy Mowatt,
Brand Nubian,
Reuben Wilson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Girls At Our Best!,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Velvet Underground,
Buzzcocks,
Eric Copeland,
Erasure,
Sparks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brass Construction,
Spandau Ballet,
The Neon Judgement,
These Immortal Souls,
Don Cherry,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Mars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amazonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Anakelly,
Symarip,
Heaven 17,
The Fuzztones,
Black Bananas,
John Lydon,
Young Marble Giants,
JFA,
Joe Smooth,
Skaos,
Curtis Mayfield,
Godley & Creme,
Tom Boy,
The J.B.'s,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Junior Murvin,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soft Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
Sugar Minott,
The Trojans,
The Gun Club,
Severed Heads,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.