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 Benin and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Moby Grape to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Niagra,
Jeff Mills,
The Wake,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-101,
Mad Mike,
Qualms,
The Monks,
Depeche Mode,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Christie,
Arab on Radar,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Lydon,
Pussy Galore,
Angry Samoans,
Heaven 17,
Nils Olav,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mummies,
LL Cool J,
Carl Craig,
Josef K,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott Heron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grauzone,
Max Romeo,
Monolake,
Glambeats Corp.,
Clear Light,
Yazoo,
Wasted Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
This Heat,
One Last Wish,
Tubeway Army,
Procol Harum,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moby Grape,
Excepter,
Intrusion,
the Human League,
kango's stein massive,
David Bowie,
Masters at Work,
Aaron Thompson,
Television,
Skriet,
Ludus,
Boredoms,
FM Einheit,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Swans,
Silicon Teens,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Andrew Hill,
Quantec,
JFA,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.