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 St Lucia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Michael McDonald 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 a-ha to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Pagans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amazonics,
Interpol,
The Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Johnny Clarke,
Funky Four + One,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Whodini,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bush Tetras,
Nas,
The Names,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Barracudas,
Dennis Brown,
Morten Harket,
48th St. Collective,
Jandek,
Can,
Section 25,
The Doobie Brothers,
K-Klass,
The Fuzztones,
The Pretty Things,
Tim Buckley,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter and Kerry,
The Star Department,
The Move,
Make Up,
Amon Düül II,
Brass Construction,
Angry Samoans,
Bill Near,
Wire,
Trumans Water,
Judy Mowatt,
Tres Demented,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ornette Coleman,
Derrick Morgan,
Babytalk,
Crime,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cheater Slicks,
Electric Prunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Wings,
Das Ding,
Buzzcocks,
Blake Baxter,
Agitation Free,
Vainqueur,
One Last Wish,
Theoretical Girls,
The Motions,
Joey Negro,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.