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 Tajikistan and from Woodstock.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 U.S. Maple to the funk 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Surgeon,
KRS-One,
Boz Scaggs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Smog,
Juan Atkins,
Gang of Four,
Ultravox,
Barry Ungar,
Rakim,
This Heat,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ornette Coleman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tom Boy,
Underground Resistance,
Lungfish,
Public Enemy,
Peter & Gordon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
D'Angelo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Swell Maps,
Gang Green,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Sonics,
Chris Corsano,
Blancmange,
Tres Demented,
Roxette,
Scott Walker,
Faust,
The Neon Judgement,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Visage,
The Fuzztones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ice-T,
Agent Orange,
One Last Wish,
L. Decosne,
Matthew Halsall,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Christie,
Carl Craig,
Marvin Gaye,
Y Pants,
Marmalade,
Skriet,
John Holt,
Aswad,
the Fania All-Stars,
June Days,
The Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Whodini,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.