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 Colombia and from Tehran.
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 Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Brick to the dance 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
The Gladiators,
The Invisible,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sister Nancy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeff Lynne,
Gong,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Doors,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mandrill,
Nirvana,
Steve Hackett,
Yusef Lateef,
Kenny Larkin,
Zero Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Man Parrish,
Joey Negro,
Bauhaus,
Jawbox,
The Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Amon Düül,
Freddie Wadling,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ralphi Rosario,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marmalade,
Gregory Isaacs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marc Almond,
Roger Hodgson,
Mantronix,
Quadrant,
Wings,
The Victims,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tomorrow,
Joe Smooth,
Jandek,
Roy Ayers,
Bad Manners,
David Bowie,
Black Flag,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cecil Taylor,
The Index,
Barry Ungar,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mary Jane Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Womack,
The Stooges,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roxette,
Radio Birdman,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.