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 Norway and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Steve Hackett to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aloha Tigers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Man Parrish,
D'Angelo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Christie,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skaos,
The Seeds,
Amazonics,
The Real Kids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cowsills,
Intrusion,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Drexciya,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Monochrome Set,
Faraquet,
Tom Boy,
Barry Ungar,
The Motions,
The Misunderstood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Trumans Water,
Blake Baxter,
The Shadows of Knight,
The United States of America,
Rufus Thomas,
June Days,
Monolake,
Graham Central Station,
Kas Product,
Tim Buckley,
Lalann,
Matthew Bourne,
Henry Cow,
Section 25,
Reuben Wilson,
Erykah Badu,
the Swans,
Anakelly,
Minor Threat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Danielle Patucci,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Remains,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moby Grape,
Lakeside,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pulsallama,
The Wake,
The Associates,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.