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 Slovakia 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Franke to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Unrelated Segments,
Blancmange,
The Neon Judgement,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radio Birdman,
The Monochrome Set,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amazonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The New Christs,
Little Man,
The Misunderstood,
Skriet,
Moby Grape,
Quando Quango,
The Fortunes,
The Names,
Sugar Minott,
Gregory Isaacs,
Khruangbin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Wyatt,
E-Dancer,
Byron Stingily,
Hoover,
Marshall Jefferson,
Reagan Youth,
Erasure,
Bobby Sherman,
The Toasters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
This Heat,
Mission of Burma,
Tropical Tobacco,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Bananas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Isaac Hayes,
Unwound,
Jerry's Kids,
The Flesh Eaters,
Franke,
Nik Kershaw,
Joe Smooth,
Junior Murvin,
Chrome,
cv313,
Shuggie Otis,
Sex Pistols,
Crime,
The Young Rascals,
Essential Logic,
Main Source,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cluster,
Agent Orange,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.