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 Uzbekistan and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Duran Duran to the jazz 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Deepchord,
Japan,
Toni Rubio,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun Ra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Slick Rick,
The Remains,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grauzone,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ice-T,
Bobby Byrd,
Maurizio,
The Knickerbockers,
Essential Logic,
the Association,
Jacob Miller,
Moebius,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Bananas,
The Mojo Men,
Connie Case,
Suburban Knight,
Nas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oneida,
Gerry Rafferty,
JFA,
Parry Music,
Henry Cow,
The Walker Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
AZ,
Brand Nubian,
The Leaves,
The Young Rascals,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barbara Tucker,
The Raincoats,
Popol Vuh,
LL Cool J,
Glambeats Corp.,
Von Mondo,
Agitation Free,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Symarip,
Dead Boys,
Whodini,
Tommy Roe,
Moss Icon,
Con Funk Shun,
a-ha,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.