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 Guatemala and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the dance 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Depeche Mode,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Flesh Eaters,
ABC,
The Smoke,
Jawbox,
Sonny Sharrock,
Suburban Knight,
Sun Ra,
Banda Bassotti,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alton Ellis,
the Soft Cell,
DJ Style,
Shuggie Otis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Toni Rubio,
Audionom,
Laurel Aitken,
Gong,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pet Shop Boys,
Faust,
Byron Stingily,
Easy Going,
Ornette Coleman,
Rakim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mummies,
Crime,
Con Funk Shun,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
These Immortal Souls,
Section 25,
The Fugs,
Unwound,
Circle Jerks,
Hashim,
Drexciya,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jacques Brel,
Maurizio,
The Leaves,
Scrapy,
Warren Ellis,
The Tremeloes,
The Electric Prunes,
Excepter,
Funkadelic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.