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 Cuba and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Radiopuhelimet to the techno 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Nas,
The Pop Group,
Cal Tjader,
The Electric Prunes,
Archie Shepp,
FM Einheit,
The Birthday Party,
Pere Ubu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Heaven 17,
Aswad,
Severed Heads,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terrestrial Tones,
Electric Prunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Royal Trux,
Television,
Scott Walker,
Carl Craig,
Sandy B,
L. Decosne,
ABBA,
The Young Rascals,
The Gories,
Faraquet,
Rotary Connection,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moby Grape,
Joy Division,
Andrew Hill,
Aaron Thompson,
Desert Stars,
The Moleskins,
The Slits,
Hardrive,
Qualms,
Ituana,
Swell Maps,
Wally Richardson,
Idris Muhammad,
Section 25,
John Coltrane,
Black Pus,
Joensuu 1685,
K-Klass,
Barry Ungar,
Panda Bear,
Robert Wyatt,
Roger Hodgson,
T. Rex,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Swans,
Stiv Bators,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Duran Duran,
Masters at Work,
Oneida,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.