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 Tonga and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 Average White Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lalann,
Procol Harum,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Toni Rubio,
Andrew Hill,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wire,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barbara Tucker,
Blossom Toes,
Visage,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cybotron,
DJ Sneak,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deakin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ludus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mojo Men,
Rufus Thomas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
CMW,
The Velvet Underground,
Roy Ayers,
Massinfluence,
The Remains,
Archie Shepp,
Whodini,
Soulsonic Force,
Roger Hodgson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ken Boothe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Morten Harket,
Spandau Ballet,
Adolescents,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Unrelated Segments,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cameo,
Scrapy,
Maleditus Sound,
China Crisis,
FM Einheit,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Womack,
The Offenders,
The Last Poets,
The Mummies,
Faraquet,
Bauhaus,
Excepter,
Black Sheep,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.