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 Solomon Islands and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Pylon to the rap 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Janne Schatter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Flag,
The Cramps,
The Dead C,
the Slits,
The Index,
The Star Department,
Aswad,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Symarip,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Real Kids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Whodini,
Nick Fraelich,
cv313,
Warren Ellis,
Duran Duran,
Minnie Riperton,
Vladislav Delay,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Detroit Cobras,
Babytalk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wally Richardson,
KRS-One,
Jacob Miller,
Eve St. Jones,
The Vogues,
Wire,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mr. Review,
Eli Mardock,
Depeche Mode,
the Human League,
Lindisfarne,
Stetsasonic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brick,
The Blackbyrds,
The Knickerbockers,
the Soft Cell,
Derrick Morgan,
Ohio Players,
Negative Approach,
Lalann,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Public Enemy,
Harmonia,
E-Dancer,
Eric Copeland,
Alphaville,
Bobby Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
Electric Prunes,
Talk Talk,
Quadrant,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.