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 Oman and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Nico 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
The Gories,
The Motions,
The Fugs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Idris Muhammad,
Spandau Ballet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Magma,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sixth Finger,
Depeche Mode,
Black Flag,
Kurtis Blow,
The Vogues,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Symarip,
Dual Sessions,
China Crisis,
F. McDonald,
Easy Going,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jacob Miller,
Cybotron,
Japan,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
Marine Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Urselle,
Oblivians,
PIL,
cv313,
X-102,
Wolf Eyes,
Cal Tjader,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Kinks,
Eve St. Jones,
The Beau Brummels,
The Residents,
The Happenings,
Arab on Radar,
Morten Harket,
The Last Poets,
Supertramp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
OOIOO,
CMW,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cowsills,
Colin Newman,
Young Marble Giants,
The Moody Blues,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grauzone,
Soul II Soul,
Nico,
The Dead C,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.