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 Jordan and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet 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 Jimmy McGriff to the disco 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deakin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ossler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lalann,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Association,
Skriet,
Negative Approach,
Soulsonic Force,
Radiopuhelimet,
DJ Sneak,
the Sonics,
Technova,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scott Walker,
Alphaville,
Porter Ricks,
Amon Düül,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ludus,
Section 25,
The Fugs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Siglo XX,
Kurtis Blow,
E-Dancer,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Japan,
Goldenarms,
Jawbox,
Morten Harket,
Peter and Kerry,
The Velvet Underground,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sandy B,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Massinfluence,
Silicon Teens,
Agitation Free,
Minny Pops,
Isaac Hayes,
Minnie Riperton,
The Move,
The Five Americans,
Pantaleimon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lyres,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gun Club,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.