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 Barbados and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 Anthony Braxton to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Davy DMX,
Japan,
Vainqueur,
Dennis Brown,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oneida,
Mr. Review,
Heaven 17,
Scott Walker,
Susan Cadogan,
Pole,
Whodini,
Roxette,
ABC,
Electric Prunes,
a-ha,
Howard Jones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crooked Eye,
Nas,
Stetsasonic,
The Black Dice,
Chris Corsano,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Görl,
Isaac Hayes,
Livin' Joy,
The Slackers,
Hardrive,
Lucky Dragons,
T.S.O.L.,
ABBA,
Quando Quango,
The Buckinghams,
Talk Talk,
The Trojans,
Brand Nubian,
The Pretty Things,
B.T. Express,
Roger Hodgson,
Hashim,
Dead Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dead C,
Fugazi,
Connie Case,
Qualms,
Simply Red,
The Velvet Underground,
Shuggie Otis,
Lyres,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quantec,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cowsills,
Aloha Tigers,
Country Teasers,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Misunderstood,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.