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 Bahamas and from New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Suicide to the jazz 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Pole,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Toasters,
Skarface,
FM Einheit,
Man Parrish,
Warsaw,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nik Kershaw,
The Birthday Party,
the Soft Cell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Albert Ayler,
Buzzcocks,
The Modern Lovers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Section 25,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Davy DMX,
Wasted Youth,
Ponytail,
Sister Nancy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Outsiders,
Kerri Chandler,
The Moleskins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Colin Newman,
Oblivians,
The Gladiators,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Smiths,
Sixth Finger,
Scion,
Minnie Riperton,
Bush Tetras,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Maurizio,
Soul II Soul,
Schoolly D,
The Mummies,
Black Moon,
Todd Rundgren,
Animal Collective,
Ten City,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scan 7,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Buckinghams,
Lalann,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Negative Approach,
Index,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cameo,
The Names,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.