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 Chad and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harmonia,
Metal Thangz,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bauhaus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Anakelly,
Black Bananas,
The Victims,
The Real Kids,
Graham Central Station,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Evens,
The Doobie Brothers,
Todd Terry,
Young Marble Giants,
New Order,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Remains,
The Techniques,
Ponytail,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
kango's stein massive,
Angry Samoans,
LL Cool J,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Tremeloes,
X-102,
Andrew Hill,
Neu!,
Tears for Fears,
R.M.O.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hasil Adkins,
DNA,
Unwound,
Tim Buckley,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Intrusion,
Amon Düül II,
The Fugs,
Warsaw,
Technova,
Index,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oblivians,
Talk Talk,
Donald Byrd,
Archie Shepp,
The American Breed,
Freddie Wadling,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Suicide,
Skaos,
Swans,
Max Romeo,
Minnie Riperton,
Funkadelic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.