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 Jordan and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the electroclash 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Man Parrish,
Vladislav Delay,
Soft Machine,
The Fortunes,
Marvin Gaye,
Marc Almond,
Cymande,
Con Funk Shun,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Goldenarms,
John Coltrane,
The Martian,
ABBA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Essential Logic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Adolescents,
Barry Ungar,
The Misunderstood,
Excepter,
Sparks,
Blossom Toes,
Cluster,
Avey Tare,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Derrick Morgan,
Blancmange,
The Slits,
Moby Grape,
Fatback Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nils Olav,
Country Teasers,
10cc,
The Cure,
Can,
Eddi Front,
Joyce Sims,
T. Rex,
The Doors,
Average White Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tom Boy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hardrive,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Remains,
Mission of Burma,
The Red Krayola,
Grey Daturas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.