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 New Zealand and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Arcadia to the punk 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Quando Quango,
Bad Manners,
Ultravox,
Pharoah Sanders,
Slick Rick,
Jacob Miller,
the Slits,
Joe Finger,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wings,
Letta Mbulu,
Khruangbin,
The Blues Magoos,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tomorrow,
Alice Coltrane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Laurel Aitken,
Sarah Menescal,
Ronan,
The Mojo Men,
Roxette,
Grauzone,
Graham Central Station,
Dennis Brown,
Rekid,
John Coltrane,
The Durutti Column,
The Five Americans,
Liliput,
The Trojans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Drexciya,
Steve Hackett,
Vainqueur,
E-Dancer,
MDC,
Malaria!,
Ponytail,
Robert Hood,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oblivians,
Ten City,
Roxy Music,
Wally Richardson,
48th St. Collective,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-102,
Kenny Larkin,
The Golliwogs,
Swell Maps,
The Fuzztones,
Davy DMX,
Au Pairs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Popol Vuh,
FM Einheit,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.