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 Norway and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Carl Craig to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
The Gun Club,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Moody Blues,
Interpol,
Black Pus,
Technova,
Theoretical Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Zero Boys,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crooked Eye,
Jeff Lynne,
T.S.O.L.,
Erykah Badu,
Morten Harket,
Oneida,
Eric Copeland,
Talk Talk,
Public Enemy,
Rapeman,
Althea and Donna,
June of 44,
MC5,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blake Baxter,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Invisible,
Alison Limerick,
Wolf Eyes,
Jawbox,
Newcleus,
The Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pantytec,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Normal,
Mars,
The Misunderstood,
The Golliwogs,
Can,
Al Stewart,
The J.B.'s,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boz Scaggs,
Alice Coltrane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
Skarface,
the Slits,
Altered Images,
Kurtis Blow,
The Pop Group,
Blossom Toes,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.