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 Canada and from Bremen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Yazoo to the rap 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Star Department,
Jesper Dahlback,
Shoche,
Scion,
Fear,
Eric Copeland,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ten City,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ronnie Foster,
Mr. Review,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tres Demented,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Evens,
Simply Red,
Aswad,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Music Machine,
Soft Machine,
Suburban Knight,
Absolute Body Control,
The Associates,
Deakin,
Fela Kuti,
K-Klass,
Symarip,
Duran Duran,
Scott Walker,
The Trojans,
The Monks,
Sarah Menescal,
The Blackbyrds,
Ohio Players,
Marine Girls,
Cluster,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radiohead,
cv313,
ABBA,
Q65,
The Toasters,
Scientists,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
E-Dancer,
Flamin' Groovies,
David McCallum,
The Smiths,
Hasil Adkins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dual Sessions,
Lungfish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mad Mike,
Matthew Bourne,
Hoover,
The Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.