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 Morocco 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 The Fire Engines to the jazz 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Steve Hackett,
Excepter,
Accadde A,
Smog,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dark Day,
The Gap Band,
DNA,
John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
Mission of Burma,
The Barracudas,
New York Dolls,
Sandy B,
Underground Resistance,
Little Man,
Rosa Yemen,
Deakin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rapeman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Martian,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sexual Harrassment,
Matthew Halsall,
Groovy Waters,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terry Callier,
Gichy Dan,
The Techniques,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Max Romeo,
Visage,
The Gories,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kenny Larkin,
Spoonie Gee,
The Stooges,
Country Teasers,
Lower 48,
Icehouse,
Ken Boothe,
Symarip,
The Black Dice,
Index,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Supertramp,
Nico,
Joe Smooth,
Dawn Penn,
Adolescents,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.