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 United States and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Michael McDonald 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 Ohio Players to the disco 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
The Young Rascals,
The Doors,
Reagan Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Pus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Little Man,
Section 25,
Bobby Byrd,
Au Pairs,
Howard Jones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kenny Larkin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Unrelated Segments,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amon Düül,
Popol Vuh,
Scion,
Gang Green,
The Grass Roots,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Residents,
The Neon Judgement,
Aswad,
Faraquet,
U.S. Maple,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Niagra,
10cc,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eurythmics,
The Count Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oblivians,
The Victims,
Derrick May,
Andrew Hill,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roxette,
Ornette Coleman,
D'Angelo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Davy DMX,
Massinfluence,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
ABC,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Television,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tom Boy,
Minor Threat,
The Sonics,
MDC,
Whodini,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.