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 Senegal and from London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the electroclash 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Marine Girls,
The United States of America,
Kayak,
DJ Style,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lakeside,
The Beau Brummels,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fad Gadget,
Jerry's Kids,
Interpol,
The Smiths,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dead Boys,
Fugazi,
The Moleskins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Popol Vuh,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bang On A Can,
Darondo,
Shoche,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scratch Acid,
Clear Light,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Swans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quadrant,
Freddie Wadling,
Radiopuhelimet,
Goldenarms,
Rapeman,
Pere Ubu,
Morten Harket,
The Fire Engines,
The Trojans,
Echospace,
Masters at Work,
Amon Düül II,
Index,
Jeff Lynne,
Minny Pops,
X-101,
Jeff Mills,
The Victims,
Radiohead,
The Electric Prunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eli Mardock,
The New Christs,
Roger Hodgson,
Arcadia,
Unwound,
a-ha,
Janne Schatter,
Delta 5,
The Blackbyrds,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.