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 Thailand and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Young Rascals to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Mark Hollis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gladiators,
a-ha,
June of 44,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Intrusion,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Womack,
The Leaves,
Negative Approach,
Camouflage,
Crime,
Basic Channel,
The American Breed,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kayak,
Robert Hood,
Zapp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Human League,
DJ Sneak,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Siglo XX,
Urselle,
Gerry Rafferty,
H. Thieme,
The Five Americans,
Fad Gadget,
Morten Harket,
James White and The Blacks,
the Normal,
Franke,
Roy Ayers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marine Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rod Modell,
Electric Prunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gong,
Alphaville,
Wasted Youth,
UT,
Sex Pistols,
Ornette Coleman,
One Last Wish,
Minutemen,
Scratch Acid,
Deakin,
Eden Ahbez,
the Sonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Piero Umiliani,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.