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 Belgium and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 Eden Ahbez 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Man Parrish,
Tommy Roe,
Ultra Naté,
Zapp,
The Durutti Column,
Quando Quango,
Mantronix,
The Associates,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Sherman,
OOIOO,
Aaron Thompson,
This Heat,
Public Enemy,
Robert Görl,
Con Funk Shun,
Bronski Beat,
Inner City,
Crash Course in Science,
Idris Muhammad,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Silicon Teens,
Susan Cadogan,
Grey Daturas,
Sugar Minott,
Anthony Braxton,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Motorama,
Chris Corsano,
Symarip,
Blake Baxter,
Tears for Fears,
John Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sandy B,
Fear,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun City Girls,
Lakeside,
Absolute Body Control,
Swans,
X-101,
Lou Christie,
Television Personalities,
Popol Vuh,
Steve Hackett,
Das Ding,
Lightning Bolt,
Jandek,
Aural Exciters,
Morten Harket,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Sheep,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minutemen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skriet,
New Order,
Agitation Free,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.