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 Luxembourg and from Bologna.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 The Buckinghams to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Joe Smooth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Foxx,
Althea and Donna,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jacques Brel,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Womack,
Von Mondo,
Little Man,
Sight & Sound,
Slave,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Invisible,
The Gladiators,
Metal Thangz,
Niagra,
The Divine Comedy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Spandau Ballet,
The Toasters,
Pierre Henry,
Sound Behaviour,
Sam Rivers,
The Cowsills,
Arcadia,
The Trojans,
The Saints,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeff Mills,
Albert Ayler,
Jerry's Kids,
Lyres,
Mars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rod Modell,
Joyce Sims,
The Offenders,
Pagans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
One Last Wish,
The American Breed,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Derrick May,
The Smiths,
Porter Ricks,
Letta Mbulu,
The Music Machine,
Swell Maps,
Brand Nubian,
Scratch Acid,
Funky Four + One,
Brothers Johnson,
ABC,
The Grass Roots,
Kurtis Blow,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.