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 Afghanistan and from Glasgow.
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 Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Surgeon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
The Cramps,
the Soft Cell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Womack,
Duran Duran,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gladiators,
the Human League,
Black Bananas,
These Immortal Souls,
Ohio Players,
Surgeon,
Albert Ayler,
X-101,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Modern Lovers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Pretty Things,
Juan Atkins,
Suburban Knight,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Royal Trux,
Kayak,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roxy Music,
Don Cherry,
John Foxx,
Inner City,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Y Pants,
Freddie Wadling,
Darondo,
Fluxion,
The Motions,
Blancmange,
Marvin Gaye,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Divine Comedy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marmalade,
Parry Music,
Crispian St. Peters,
Letta Mbulu,
Fad Gadget,
Loose Ends,
Rosa Yemen,
Make Up,
The Real Kids,
Alice Coltrane,
Wally Richardson,
Japan,
Siglo XX,
Tom Boy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cybotron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.