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 Haiti and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
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 rhodes 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the funk 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Television,
Country Teasers,
Tres Demented,
In Retrospect,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Beau Brummels,
Easy Going,
Byron Stingily,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bluetip,
Charles Mingus,
Jeff Lynne,
The Slits,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gladiators,
Lyres,
X-101,
Blancmange,
Deepchord,
The Fall,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rites of Spring,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dave Clark Five,
Unwound,
The Moleskins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Michelle Simonal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Toasters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Liliput,
The Dirtbombs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dead Boys,
Procol Harum,
Fela Kuti,
Rufus Thomas,
Bronski Beat,
Faust,
Erasure,
Smog,
Inner City,
D'Angelo,
Peter and Kerry,
Oblivians,
Rosa Yemen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Siglo XX,
Mark Hollis,
Sparks,
Scott Walker,
Model 500,
The Raincoats,
Joe Smooth,
Agitation Free,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.