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 Mexico and from Portland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Peter & Gordon,
The Skatalites,
Shoche,
Derrick May,
Severed Heads,
Black Flag,
Faraquet,
Newcleus,
The Cowsills,
Unrelated Segments,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cure,
The Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobbi Humphrey,
T. Rex,
Eurythmics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Howard Jones,
Hardrive,
The Monochrome Set,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fall,
Schoolly D,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Slackers,
Jacques Brel,
Ludus,
The Black Dice,
Basic Channel,
Joensuu 1685,
The Litter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hashim,
Underground Resistance,
Half Japanese,
Boredoms,
Pierre Henry,
The Mojo Men,
Deadbeat,
Soulsonic Force,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aaron Thompson,
Morten Harket,
Max Romeo,
Scientists,
Cluster,
Skarface,
Brothers Johnson,
The Birthday Party,
the Soft Cell,
Kaleidoscope,
Los Fastidios,
Bang On A Can,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
U.S. Maple,
Bad Manners,
Dave Gahan,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.