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 Iraq and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the techno 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brass Construction,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Black Dice,
Roxette,
Goldenarms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Agitation Free,
Joyce Sims,
Curtis Mayfield,
Underground Resistance,
Chrome,
Wire,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Knickerbockers,
Youth Brigade,
Wasted Youth,
June Days,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Walker Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
The Grass Roots,
Black Sheep,
Dennis Brown,
Brick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mandrill,
These Immortal Souls,
Electric Prunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roger Hodgson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
One Last Wish,
Nils Olav,
Masters at Work,
Scientists,
Cluster,
Derrick Morgan,
The Invisible,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Görl,
Marmalade,
New Age Steppers,
Glenn Branca,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alice Coltrane,
Joensuu 1685,
Index,
Second Layer,
The Remains,
The Cure,
The Martian,
The Dead C,
Vladislav Delay,
Inner City,
Reagan Youth,
Hot Snakes,
Flipper,
Neil Young,
the Soft Cell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.