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 Mexico and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare 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 Alton Ellis to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
The Beau Brummels,
Altered Images,
Erykah Badu,
The Litter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stetsasonic,
Parry Music,
The Evens,
Eyeless In Gaza,
R.M.O.,
Chris Corsano,
Liliput,
Bronski Beat,
Wally Richardson,
Trumans Water,
Hot Snakes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Echospace,
Half Japanese,
Crispian St. Peters,
JFA,
The Dirtbombs,
Hoover,
Outsiders,
Darondo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Eve St. Jones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Al Stewart,
the Swans,
Wings,
Ohio Players,
The Angels of Light,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
Susan Cadogan,
Iggy Pop,
Adolescents,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
ABBA,
Prince Buster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Move,
Amazonics,
Ossler,
Jacob Miller,
Pantytec,
Bizarre Inc.,
Isaac Hayes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Grauzone,
Qualms,
Audionom,
Mr. Review,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Modern Lovers,
Matthew Halsall,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.