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 Monaco and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Matthew Halsall to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Detroit Cobras,
DJ Style,
Visage,
Altered Images,
Soft Cell,
kango's stein massive,
Gabor Szabo,
Liliput,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tubeway Army,
Stereo Dub,
Warren Ellis,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Holt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Divine Comedy,
The Associates,
Kevin Saunderson,
Silicon Teens,
Soft Machine,
In Retrospect,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neu!,
Pylon,
Maurizio,
Sound Behaviour,
The Young Rascals,
Clear Light,
Deakin,
Gang Starr,
Gichy Dan,
Moebius,
X-101,
Chris & Cosey,
Frankie Knuckles,
Judy Mowatt,
Eve St. Jones,
Arthur Verocai,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Swans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Seeds,
Fugazi,
Barclay James Harvest,
This Heat,
David Bowie,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wolf Eyes,
Little Man,
Barrington Levy,
Eurythmics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scan 7,
Fat Boys,
Gong,
Scientists,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Newcleus,
Pole,
Babytalk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.