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 Congo and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Ponytail to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Drive Like Jehu,
kango's stein massive,
Slave,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pole,
The Cramps,
The Gap Band,
Echospace,
Lindisfarne,
KRS-One,
Curtis Mayfield,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sonny Sharrock,
a-ha,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Derrick May,
Masters at Work,
Los Fastidios,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cowsills,
The Fuzztones,
Peter & Gordon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bang On A Can,
Harry Pussy,
ABC,
Rufus Thomas,
The Vogues,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yaz,
Prince Buster,
Joey Negro,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thompson Twins,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed,
Can,
Newcleus,
Danielle Patucci,
Archie Shepp,
Nirvana,
Heaven 17,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arcadia,
Excepter,
Wolf Eyes,
Franke,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Sherman,
Outsiders,
The Leaves,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gladiators,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Zero Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mark Hollis,
Buzzcocks,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.