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 Kuwait and from New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Motorama to the electroclash 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scratch Acid,
Nirvana,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minutemen,
Glenn Branca,
Inner City,
Subhumans,
kango's stein massive,
Bush Tetras,
The Skatalites,
Gang Starr,
Hashim,
The Seeds,
Crash Course in Science,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terrestrial Tones,
One Last Wish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
The Monochrome Set,
Can,
The Zeros,
Bobby Sherman,
Yusef Lateef,
Susan Cadogan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Drexciya,
Stiv Bators,
Barrington Levy,
The Five Americans,
Amazonics,
Blossom Toes,
Silicon Teens,
Monolake,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The J.B.'s,
Aloha Tigers,
Pulsallama,
Sarah Menescal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kaleidoscope,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Banda Bassotti,
The Names,
Ronnie Foster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aural Exciters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Pus,
Harmonia,
Mars,
Tears for Fears,
China Crisis,
The Velvet Underground,
Guru Guru,
Yazoo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Babytalk,
Outsiders,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.