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 Cambodia and from Mumbai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the grime 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blake Baxter,
Wally Richardson,
Reagan Youth,
Vainqueur,
Crooked Eye,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marine Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultra Naté,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter and Kerry,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun City Girls,
Symarip,
Outsiders,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Smiths,
Shoche,
10cc,
the Association,
Harpers Bizarre,
Connie Case,
Sandy B,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nick Fraelich,
ABBA,
Inner City,
Derrick Morgan,
K-Klass,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bluetip,
Throbbing Gristle,
Index,
Todd Terry,
Barrington Levy,
Mars,
Parry Music,
Procol Harum,
Kurtis Blow,
Metal Thangz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Maleditus Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Unrelated Segments,
Camberwell Now,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moss Icon,
Vladislav Delay,
Nils Olav,
John Foxx,
Aural Exciters,
Skriet,
Groovy Waters,
Morten Harket,
Eve St. Jones,
Scientists,
John Holt,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.