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 Sri Lanka and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Alison Limerick,
Laurel Aitken,
The Moleskins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kerri Chandler,
The Martian,
Letta Mbulu,
Soul II Soul,
Little Man,
Arcadia,
Gerry Rafferty,
Qualms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
ABBA,
Sound Behaviour,
The Vogues,
Basic Channel,
Roxy Music,
Gichy Dan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Magazine,
The Move,
Liliput,
Wolf Eyes,
Piero Umiliani,
Juan Atkins,
Roy Ayers,
The Fall,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joe Smooth,
Brass Construction,
Glenn Branca,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cure,
New Age Steppers,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fortunes,
Yellowson,
Eurythmics,
Ten City,
Essential Logic,
Scan 7,
Jacques Brel,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rotary Connection,
Man Parrish,
Lyres,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Icehouse,
Albert Ayler,
the Association,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.