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 Sudan and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
The Kinks,
Radio Birdman,
Metal Thangz,
Los Fastidios,
The Beau Brummels,
The Grass Roots,
Deadbeat,
The Mummies,
Public Enemy,
Fad Gadget,
Ossler,
Aswad,
Donald Byrd,
Marc Almond,
Icehouse,
Average White Band,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Görl,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Saccharine Trust,
Marvin Gaye,
Hoover,
The Electric Prunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Count Five,
Infiniti,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Lungfish,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gap Band,
Dual Sessions,
Con Funk Shun,
Echospace,
Royal Trux,
New York Dolls,
The Busters,
Hot Snakes,
the Germs,
Simply Red,
Cameo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eve St. Jones,
Absolute Body Control,
Babytalk,
Motorama,
Suburban Knight,
The Gories,
Cal Tjader,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Tremeloes,
Peter and Kerry,
Michelle Simonal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.