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 Angola and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 Interpol to the jazz 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Motorama,
cv313,
Metal Thangz,
Sixth Finger,
DJ Style,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skaos,
Bang On A Can,
Sarah Menescal,
Scientists,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Man Parrish,
Glenn Branca,
Deakin,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Frankie Knuckles,
AZ,
Kenny Larkin,
Charles Mingus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Whodini,
The Angels of Light,
Circle Jerks,
U.S. Maple,
F. McDonald,
Camouflage,
Gong,
Don Cherry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Siglo XX,
The J.B.'s,
Fat Boys,
MC5,
Goldenarms,
Slick Rick,
Section 25,
Inner City,
Arab on Radar,
Wire,
Dorothy Ashby,
Adolescents,
Neu!,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Modern Lovers,
Howard Jones,
Junior Murvin,
Ten City,
DNA,
Jeff Mills,
Janne Schatter,
Stiv Bators,
Dawn Penn,
Gerry Rafferty,
Surgeon,
The Gories,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang of Four,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.