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 Mauritania and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Toni Rubio to the rap 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Junior Murvin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kaleidoscope,
Jacob Miller,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Harmonia,
ABC,
Matthew Bourne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gap Band,
The Barracudas,
Desert Stars,
DJ Style,
New York Dolls,
KRS-One,
The Mummies,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Move,
Mr. Review,
Audionom,
The Vogues,
Yazoo,
Eve St. Jones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeff Lynne,
Reagan Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Green,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eden Ahbez,
Echospace,
Erykah Badu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Smiths,
The Divine Comedy,
The Victims,
Von Mondo,
Stetsasonic,
Shoche,
Simply Red,
kango's stein massive,
The Gun Club,
Skarface,
The Fortunes,
Kas Product,
Scion,
Brand Nubian,
The Invisible,
Tres Demented,
Main Source,
John Cale,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marshall Jefferson,
Average White Band,
Bootsy Collins,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.