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 Jamaica and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mars to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
The Cure,
Deepchord,
Graham Central Station,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bush Tetras,
Pulsallama,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Severed Heads,
Shuggie Otis,
Tim Buckley,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nik Kershaw,
Silicon Teens,
Chris Corsano,
Malaria!,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lalann,
AZ,
Rod Modell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Outsiders,
Royal Trux,
Neu!,
Skriet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Liliput,
Drexciya,
Fad Gadget,
The Count Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
Theoretical Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Aural Exciters,
Crooked Eye,
Faraquet,
Desert Stars,
Eddi Front,
Glenn Branca,
The Skatalites,
Tubeway Army,
Deadbeat,
Q65,
Ornette Coleman,
Ponytail,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Blackbyrds,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cowsills,
Rekid,
Surgeon,
Blancmange,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Starr,
Main Source,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.