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 St Lucia 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Babytalk to the techno 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
The Offenders,
DJ Style,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare,
The Sonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Monks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Modern Lovers,
Unrelated Segments,
La Düsseldorf,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crooked Eye,
The Searchers,
Ronan,
Ultra Naté,
Connie Case,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deadbeat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Carl Craig,
Reagan Youth,
The J.B.'s,
Youth Brigade,
Surgeon,
Bad Manners,
Blake Baxter,
Pulsallama,
Joe Finger,
The Tremeloes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Count Five,
Dawn Penn,
Al Stewart,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Qualms,
Flash Fearless,
World's Most,
Khruangbin,
Ken Boothe,
AZ,
Barbara Tucker,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minutemen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sällskapet,
The Busters,
Nils Olav,
Fad Gadget,
Intrusion,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Faraquet,
Minnie Riperton,
Livin' Joy,
The Knickerbockers,
Sarah Menescal,
Faust,
Parry Music,
Gong,
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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.