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 Brunei and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 Bad Manners to the grime 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cymande,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
La Düsseldorf,
Dorothy Ashby,
Archie Shepp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Byron Stingily,
Tubeway Army,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Excepter,
Monks,
Mantronix,
Grauzone,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cheater Slicks,
Technova,
Terry Callier,
Bronski Beat,
Ronan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Althea and Donna,
Fugazi,
Faraquet,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Germs,
The Gladiators,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tears for Fears,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Victims,
Bill Near,
Hasil Adkins,
Moebius,
Das Ding,
Popol Vuh,
John Lydon,
Howard Jones,
Moss Icon,
The United States of America,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Connie Case,
Lou Christie,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dark Day,
Monolake,
Scan 7,
Joy Division,
Eric Copeland,
Lakeside,
the Association,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Reed,
ABC,
The Kinks,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.