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 Kenya and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Scientists,
D'Angelo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kurtis Blow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Faraquet,
Anakelly,
Outsiders,
F. McDonald,
Angry Samoans,
Donny Hathaway,
Mantronix,
Hardrive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radiohead,
Joey Negro,
Stetsasonic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yusef Lateef,
Alison Limerick,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeff Lynne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terry Callier,
The Wake,
The Sound,
The Happenings,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hoover,
Leonard Cohen,
Minnie Riperton,
Albert Ayler,
The Mojo Men,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nico,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gun Club,
Marshall Jefferson,
Erykah Badu,
Michelle Simonal,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
In Retrospect,
Public Enemy,
Y Pants,
Quantec,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camberwell Now,
Sandy B,
Model 500,
Massinfluence,
The Beau Brummels,
Oblivians,
Mad Mike,
PIL,
Arcadia,
The Names,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.