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 Cameroon and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Durutti Column to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Angry Samoans,
Section 25,
The Mummies,
Kool Moe Dee,
Subhumans,
Bob Dylan,
OOIOO,
CMW,
Ossler,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Byrd,
Easy Going,
The Angels of Light,
Quando Quango,
In Retrospect,
Pylon,
Spoonie Gee,
Hardrive,
Rekid,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kas Product,
Blossom Toes,
Rotary Connection,
Essential Logic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
R.M.O.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
U.S. Maple,
Average White Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Audionom,
Country Teasers,
T.S.O.L.,
Faraquet,
Maleditus Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Marmalade,
Charles Mingus,
Amazonics,
Funkadelic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Youth Brigade,
Freddie Wadling,
Massinfluence,
Morten Harket,
Eric Dolphy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kurtis Blow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joe Finger,
a-ha,
The Electric Prunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Depeche Mode,
Suburban Knight,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joyce Sims,
Gichy Dan,
Sandy B,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Japan,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.