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 Mauritius and from Mumbai.
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 Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 Warsaw to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Yazoo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Last Poets,
Todd Terry,
The Mummies,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Surgeon,
The Young Rascals,
Laurel Aitken,
Newcleus,
Rod Modell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
Donald Byrd,
Duran Duran,
Visage,
Sight & Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Fear,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Procol Harum,
Scientists,
Rufus Thomas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nirvana,
The Blackbyrds,
New Order,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Index,
Marine Girls,
Oblivians,
Shuggie Otis,
Chris & Cosey,
Aswad,
Electric Prunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flipper,
Unwound,
Soul II Soul,
World's Most,
Rites of Spring,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joey Negro,
Scan 7,
Scratch Acid,
Animal Collective,
CMW,
Quadrant,
Matthew Halsall,
New Age Steppers,
Moby Grape,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pantytec,
Rekid,
Smog,
The Searchers,
The Golliwogs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.