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 Cyprus and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
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 mellotron 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 Count Five to the rap 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
The Flesh Eaters,
Infiniti,
Bush Tetras,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Andrew Hill,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
Matthew Halsall,
Schoolly D,
Joensuu 1685,
Steve Hackett,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stiv Bators,
Fatback Band,
The Names,
Duran Duran,
Television Personalities,
Stereo Dub,
Tomorrow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Susan Cadogan,
Shuggie Otis,
The Litter,
Blake Baxter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed,
Nik Kershaw,
Thee Headcoats,
Ken Boothe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Patti Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
KRS-One,
Leonard Cohen,
The Doors,
The Cure,
Bob Dylan,
Erasure,
Deepchord,
Make Up,
Man Parrish,
Tim Buckley,
Monks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Basic Channel,
Toni Rubio,
Grey Daturas,
Kayak,
Don Cherry,
Marvin Gaye,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minny Pops,
Donald Byrd,
Chris Corsano,
Khruangbin,
Symarip,
Funkadelic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.