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 Cape Verde 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Moebius to the electroclash 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
B.T. Express,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barrington Levy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Sheep,
Kas Product,
Soul II Soul,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brass Construction,
Sex Pistols,
The Associates,
Stockholm Monsters,
Howard Jones,
Eddi Front,
Negative Approach,
Aaron Thompson,
Brand Nubian,
Ituana,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fuzztones,
Janne Schatter,
Tim Buckley,
Hasil Adkins,
Gong,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fugs,
Dennis Brown,
The Pop Group,
Pagans,
Silicon Teens,
La Düsseldorf,
ABC,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Zeros,
Zero Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fad Gadget,
Sixth Finger,
Mantronix,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Absolute Body Control,
Warsaw,
Grey Daturas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hardrive,
Excepter,
Eurythmics,
Ohio Players,
Black Moon,
New Age Steppers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Buzzcocks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Malaria!,
Easy Going,
X-Ray Spex,
Skaos,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.