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 Morocco and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 The Slackers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Davy DMX,
Quadrant,
Harry Pussy,
Vainqueur,
Organ,
Bronski Beat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gun Club,
Mark Hollis,
Public Enemy,
Jandek,
Index,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stetsasonic,
Ludus,
The Angels of Light,
Nas,
Judy Mowatt,
Kas Product,
Radio Birdman,
Second Layer,
Silicon Teens,
Peter and Kerry,
Young Marble Giants,
Ice-T,
Jeff Lynne,
a-ha,
Little Man,
The Count Five,
Black Moon,
Harmonia,
Surgeon,
Robert Wyatt,
Siglo XX,
The Searchers,
Funkadelic,
The Divine Comedy,
Q and Not U,
Josef K,
Black Flag,
Skriet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wally Richardson,
Hoover,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Barracudas,
Kayak,
Toni Rubio,
Icehouse,
Massinfluence,
Trumans Water,
Rosa Yemen,
Nick Fraelich,
June Days,
Saccharine Trust,
Joe Finger,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minnie Riperton,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.