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 Venezuela and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Monks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Easy Going,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yazoo,
The Standells,
Big Daddy Kane,
Drexciya,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Supertramp,
10cc,
Gichy Dan,
Barbara Tucker,
Howard Jones,
The Sonics,
Trumans Water,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dave Gahan,
Brick,
Marine Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
AZ,
Roy Ayers,
Funky Four + One,
Buzzcocks,
Joy Division,
Soft Machine,
The Smoke,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Martian,
Lou Christie,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Pop Group,
Dark Day,
Joyce Sims,
Shoche,
The Stooges,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alphaville,
Fugazi,
Slick Rick,
Judy Mowatt,
Groovy Waters,
kango's stein massive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pulsallama,
Rekid,
The Five Americans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Maleditus Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gladiators,
X-102,
Ronan,
The Fall,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Young Rascals,
Bob Dylan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moebius,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crooked Eye,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.