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 Tonga 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Neil Young 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Stereo Dub,
Cheater Slicks,
Lindisfarne,
John Holt,
The Grass Roots,
Mandrill,
Erykah Badu,
Alison Limerick,
Rosa Yemen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Symarip,
Robert Wyatt,
Barbara Tucker,
Minny Pops,
Nico,
Camberwell Now,
The Standells,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cymande,
Duran Duran,
Kaleidoscope,
Warren Ellis,
Hardrive,
The Shadows of Knight,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wolf Eyes,
The Motions,
Judy Mowatt,
Junior Murvin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultra Naté,
Josef K,
Oneida,
Visage,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Y Pants,
The Fire Engines,
Tommy Roe,
Marmalade,
Suicide,
Brand Nubian,
David Bowie,
Cal Tjader,
Cybotron,
JFA,
Lyres,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Charles Mingus,
Maleditus Sound,
Jawbox,
Ultravox,
Leonard Cohen,
Radio Birdman,
Warsaw,
New Age Steppers,
The Buckinghams,
Zapp,
Procol Harum,
Marc Almond,
Half Japanese,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.