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 Liechtenstein and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Slick Rick,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric Dolphy,
Hoover,
The Vogues,
Depeche Mode,
Pole,
Gang Green,
X-101,
John Coltrane,
Index,
Con Funk Shun,
Pharoah Sanders,
Drexciya,
U.S. Maple,
Bluetip,
The Real Kids,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Mantronix,
Agent Orange,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
E-Dancer,
Amazonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cymande,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Saints,
The Dead C,
Black Bananas,
Isaac Hayes,
Laurel Aitken,
The American Breed,
Mad Mike,
LL Cool J,
Leonard Cohen,
Severed Heads,
The Wake,
Dave Gahan,
The Red Krayola,
Camouflage,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
James White and The Blacks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crime,
The Angels of Light,
The Young Rascals,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric Copeland,
Deepchord,
Anakelly,
Rekid,
Sparks,
Sugar Minott,
The Music Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.