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 Malawi and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 David Bowie 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 The Names to the rap 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Barbara Tucker,
Marine Girls,
the Human League,
Von Mondo,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pet Shop Boys,
Outsiders,
Jawbox,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Godley & Creme,
Lightning Bolt,
Technova,
Neu!,
Accadde A,
Tres Demented,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Green,
T. Rex,
Echospace,
The Offenders,
Television,
Franke,
The Gap Band,
Funkadelic,
The Saints,
The Grass Roots,
Radiohead,
Frankie Knuckles,
Trumans Water,
Moebius,
Metal Thangz,
U.S. Maple,
Don Cherry,
Lyres,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Happenings,
DNA,
Minny Pops,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Womack,
Jeff Mills,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Moody Blues,
Connie Case,
Dead Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Marmalade,
Rapeman,
Althea and Donna,
Bush Tetras,
Donald Byrd,
Lalann,
Scratch Acid,
Black Moon,
Lucky Dragons,
Crispy Ambulance,
Altered Images,
The Fall,
Zapp,
Soul II Soul,
Cameo,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.