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 Kenya and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wake to the rap 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Roger Hodgson,
Circle Jerks,
DJ Style,
Von Mondo,
Cecil Taylor,
Junior Murvin,
Aloha Tigers,
Adolescents,
Sam Rivers,
Crooked Eye,
Todd Terry,
Wings,
The Doors,
Pole,
The Move,
Anakelly,
Altered Images,
Guru Guru,
The Walker Brothers,
The Litter,
Brass Construction,
Lindisfarne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mojo Men,
Albert Ayler,
Robert Hood,
Soft Cell,
Laurel Aitken,
Bronski Beat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Monolake,
Cymande,
Rapeman,
The Mummies,
The Fortunes,
John Holt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Sherman,
The New Christs,
David McCallum,
Maurizio,
Mo-Dettes,
Davy DMX,
Bill Wells,
Boz Scaggs,
Smog,
Ornette Coleman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minnie Riperton,
Iggy Pop,
T. Rex,
Procol Harum,
Peter & Gordon,
Swell Maps,
The Last Poets,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.