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 El Salvador and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Boogie Down Productions to the jazz 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soft Cell,
Lower 48,
The Electric Prunes,
Morten Harket,
Reagan Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quadrant,
The United States of America,
Junior Murvin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alton Ellis,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Main Source,
Rites of Spring,
Erykah Badu,
Heaven 17,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Sherman,
Animal Collective,
The Human League,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gories,
Susan Cadogan,
Kas Product,
Donny Hathaway,
Interpol,
Crime,
Slave,
Pantaleimon,
Sun City Girls,
Ten City,
The Martian,
Magazine,
Circle Jerks,
Hasil Adkins,
10cc,
Davy DMX,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Parry Music,
Radiohead,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Q and Not U,
Derrick Morgan,
Terry Callier,
Ken Boothe,
Albert Ayler,
Lucky Dragons,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sandy B,
Absolute Body Control,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rod Modell,
Second Layer,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Section 25,
Underground Resistance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.