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 Yemen and from Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 OOIOO to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Visage,
Spandau Ballet,
Thee Headcoats,
AZ,
Michelle Simonal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Procol Harum,
Connie Case,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Pus,
Gang Green,
MC5,
Los Fastidios,
Gang of Four,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joe Smooth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Görl,
Malaria!,
Yusef Lateef,
The Leaves,
F. McDonald,
Metal Thangz,
Black Bananas,
The Misunderstood,
Rites of Spring,
Interpol,
The Toasters,
MDC,
Pierre Henry,
Dave Gahan,
Q and Not U,
Swans,
Gabor Szabo,
Khruangbin,
Delta 5,
Ice-T,
Little Man,
Smog,
Nils Olav,
Organ,
Eurythmics,
Byron Stingily,
Thompson Twins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Drexciya,
Blake Baxter,
Sun Ra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Niagra,
Electric Prunes,
Second Layer,
Grey Daturas,
David Axelrod,
Panda Bear,
The Angels of Light,
Bush Tetras,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.