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 Sri Lanka and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 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 Move 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Lalann,
Ponytail,
Blancmange,
Von Mondo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Visage,
DNA,
Malaria!,
The Gap Band,
Pere Ubu,
EPMD,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-102,
Echospace,
Scan 7,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Evens,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
La Düsseldorf,
The Star Department,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
Whodini,
Soul II Soul,
Eve St. Jones,
Fugazi,
Easy Going,
Black Moon,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oblivians,
June Days,
Yellowson,
Fatback Band,
Soft Cell,
Schoolly D,
Sister Nancy,
Marc Almond,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scratch Acid,
Thee Headcoats,
Ornette Coleman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minor Threat,
Public Enemy,
Liliput,
The Cure,
Bluetip,
Basic Channel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rufus Thomas,
Kas Product,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Byron Stingily,
Crooked Eye,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sixth Finger,
Chris & Cosey,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.