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 Norway and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 the Human League to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Ultimate Spinach,
Infiniti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boz Scaggs,
Andrew Hill,
MDC,
Funky Four + One,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Michelle Simonal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Monolake,
The Litter,
Livin' Joy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kerri Chandler,
the Soft Cell,
Kas Product,
Scratch Acid,
Ponytail,
Junior Murvin,
Roger Hodgson,
Porter Ricks,
48th St. Collective,
Barrington Levy,
The Fire Engines,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dawn Penn,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sam Rivers,
Soulsonic Force,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cecil Taylor,
Eddi Front,
Make Up,
Surgeon,
Joy Division,
Harry Pussy,
Soul II Soul,
Lungfish,
Ossler,
Deepchord,
Lower 48,
Bobby Byrd,
UT,
Reuben Wilson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Selecter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Derrick Morgan,
Sandy B,
The Tremeloes,
Can,
Sonic Youth,
John Lydon,
The Associates,
Pantaleimon,
Das Ding,
Gastr Del Sol,
Zapp,
The Cure,
Robert Wyatt,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.