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 Equatorial Guinea and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Barclay James Harvest,
Archie Shepp,
Camberwell Now,
Second Layer,
Gang of Four,
Funkadelic,
Aswad,
Soft Machine,
Steve Hackett,
The Skatalites,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eddi Front,
Interpol,
The Leaves,
Amazonics,
Susan Cadogan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sam Rivers,
Ronnie Foster,
The Victims,
Metal Thangz,
Sonic Youth,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bootsy Collins,
Alison Limerick,
Rapeman,
Radio Birdman,
Make Up,
Lebanon Hanover,
Excepter,
Nick Fraelich,
Rhythm & Sound,
Essential Logic,
Erasure,
ABBA,
Minnie Riperton,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scan 7,
Quadrant,
The Cure,
Cameo,
Anakelly,
Donny Hathaway,
The Moody Blues,
Godley & Creme,
Lalann,
The Shadows of Knight,
In Retrospect,
Erykah Badu,
Pussy Galore,
David Axelrod,
Reagan Youth,
Jeff Mills,
Sarah Menescal,
Basic Channel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rufus Thomas,
Matthew Halsall,
Trumans Water,
Black Moon,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.