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 Vietnam and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Winnipeg and Houston.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Robert Wyatt to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Bad Manners,
Matthew Bourne,
Shuggie Otis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Susan Cadogan,
Make Up,
kango's stein massive,
La Düsseldorf,
Massinfluence,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skarface,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Byrd,
Eurythmics,
The Mojo Men,
Cameo,
The Remains,
Howard Jones,
Roxy Music,
Magazine,
The Monochrome Set,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Hood,
The Tremeloes,
Reuben Wilson,
The Slits,
Clear Light,
Marc Almond,
Hasil Adkins,
These Immortal Souls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joy Division,
10cc,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pylon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Duran Duran,
Mo-Dettes,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Lydon,
Glenn Branca,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Subhumans,
Lakeside,
The Smoke,
Funkadelic,
Brand Nubian,
Loose Ends,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sight & Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Monks,
FM Einheit,
Delta 5,
Electric Prunes,
Ludus,
T.S.O.L.,
Reagan Youth,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.