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 Ghana and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Scan 7,
The Martian,
Johnny Clarke,
Public Enemy,
Scratch Acid,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fugs,
Albert Ayler,
Donny Hathaway,
Groovy Waters,
Don Cherry,
Jeff Lynne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ohio Players,
Outsiders,
Dual Sessions,
The Barracudas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sixth Finger,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nils Olav,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
June of 44,
Skaos,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moss Icon,
Sandy B,
Morten Harket,
Jeru the Damaja,
Simply Red,
Echospace,
The Walker Brothers,
Mars,
Slick Rick,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mojo Men,
James White and The Blacks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soft Cell,
Ronan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Görl,
The Fall,
The Names,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Count Five,
Tears for Fears,
Ken Boothe,
Fatback Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric Copeland,
Babytalk,
Graham Central Station,
the Association,
Icehouse,
The Birthday Party,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.