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 Congo and from Tehran.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Connie Case to the grunge 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Maleditus Sound,
Yaz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Leonard Cohen,
Laurel Aitken,
The Walker Brothers,
Cybotron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stetsasonic,
Cameo,
Andrew Hill,
The Techniques,
Clear Light,
The Doors,
AZ,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rekid,
Jeff Mills,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mission of Burma,
Camouflage,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Pop Group,
Ossler,
Urselle,
La Düsseldorf,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kerri Chandler,
Mantronix,
the Human League,
Icehouse,
The Searchers,
Jeff Lynne,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Qualms,
Crash Course in Science,
Derrick Morgan,
A Certain Ratio,
Ken Boothe,
Anthony Braxton,
Delta 5,
Marmalade,
The Toasters,
Don Cherry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sugar Minott,
Electric Prunes,
Soulsonic Force,
Model 500,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nick Fraelich,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.