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 Poland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pet Shop Boys to the techno 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton 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?
Lalann,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Howard Jones,
Jeff Mills,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
EPMD,
Kurtis Blow,
Public Enemy,
Inner City,
Make Up,
K-Klass,
Roxy Music,
Jeff Lynne,
Fatback Band,
the Slits,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cal Tjader,
Derrick Morgan,
The Selecter,
Maleditus Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-102,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Tommy Roe,
Ituana,
One Last Wish,
La Düsseldorf,
Aloha Tigers,
The Durutti Column,
Donny Hathaway,
Shuggie Otis,
Rakim,
Slick Rick,
DJ Sneak,
Arcadia,
Idris Muhammad,
Nas,
Royal Trux,
Goldenarms,
The Doors,
The Moleskins,
Erasure,
KRS-One,
Index,
Eddi Front,
Procol Harum,
Easy Going,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Michelle Simonal,
The Smoke,
The Remains,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
48th St. Collective,
Soulsonic Force,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.