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 London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Tommy Roe,
The Moody Blues,
Motorama,
Kas Product,
The Monks,
The Modern Lovers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ponytail,
The Residents,
Television,
R.M.O.,
These Immortal Souls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Negative Approach,
Ornette Coleman,
Mark Hollis,
Al Stewart,
Spoonie Gee,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Raincoats,
Harmonia,
Marine Girls,
Crooked Eye,
MC5,
F. McDonald,
David Bowie,
Tomorrow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aswad,
The Stooges,
The Martian,
Anakelly,
Outsiders,
Henry Cow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Janne Schatter,
X-102,
Sonic Youth,
Pole,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fat Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Japan,
The Human League,
Lindisfarne,
Khruangbin,
Chrome,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Busters,
Sarah Menescal,
New York Dolls,
Moss Icon,
Scrapy,
Buzzcocks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cymande,
Gong,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.