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 Belize and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 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 Ronan to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Make Up,
Kurtis Blow,
The Durutti Column,
The Residents,
Camouflage,
Alison Limerick,
Blake Baxter,
Ten City,
Bobby Womack,
Skaos,
Drexciya,
Skarface,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Public Enemy,
The Remains,
Simply Red,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Flag,
Black Sheep,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cure,
Stetsasonic,
Yaz,
Jeff Lynne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rapeman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rod Modell,
Animal Collective,
The Saints,
Soft Machine,
X-102,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Schoolly D,
Kayak,
The Neon Judgement,
Hoover,
the Bar-Kays,
Ice-T,
cv313,
Country Teasers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jacques Brel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Visage,
The Raincoats,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-101,
Liliput,
Bill Wells,
Matthew Bourne,
The Doors,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Birthday Party,
Vainqueur,
Tim Buckley,
Eric B and Rakim,
Monolake,
Moss Icon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Junior Murvin,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.