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 Gambia and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marc Almond to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grauzone,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Barracudas,
Eli Mardock,
Jerry's Kids,
Hasil Adkins,
Joy Division,
Cameo,
Mo-Dettes,
This Heat,
Wally Richardson,
Whodini,
David Bowie,
The Divine Comedy,
Y Pants,
Sparks,
La Düsseldorf,
Rites of Spring,
The Vogues,
Terry Callier,
Maurizio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Theoretical Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Iggy Pop,
The Walker Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
Model 500,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Livin' Joy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pussy Galore,
Scott Walker,
DJ Style,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tubeway Army,
Q65,
Los Fastidios,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Masters at Work,
Audionom,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bill Wells,
Big Daddy Kane,
T. Rex,
Graham Central Station,
Laurel Aitken,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Toni Rubio,
Royal Trux,
Basic Channel,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Monks,
Colin Newman,
Junior Murvin,
Negative Approach,
Peter and Kerry,
Warsaw,
Oblivians,
The Cowsills,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.