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 Tajikistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Black Bananas to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
China Crisis,
The Buckinghams,
Audionom,
Albert Ayler,
Slave,
Tres Demented,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Don Cherry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soft Cell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alphaville,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deadbeat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barbara Tucker,
Trumans Water,
Moebius,
Royal Trux,
Peter & Gordon,
Arcadia,
Supertramp,
Barrington Levy,
Easy Going,
John Cale,
Mr. Review,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sandy B,
Oneida,
Masters at Work,
Buzzcocks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pere Ubu,
Popol Vuh,
Sonic Youth,
Section 25,
The Fall,
The Offenders,
Public Image Ltd.,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cameo,
Howard Jones,
Second Layer,
The Modern Lovers,
Japan,
Wolf Eyes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gong,
Hasil Adkins,
Wire,
The Last Poets,
The Walker Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
New Order,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scan 7,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.