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 Malaysia 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Derrick May,
X-101,
This Heat,
Monolake,
The Fugs,
Gong,
MDC,
World's Most,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scrapy,
Brand Nubian,
Boz Scaggs,
UT,
Lebanon Hanover,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Leonard Cohen,
The J.B.'s,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Litter,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Green,
H. Thieme,
Camouflage,
the Fania All-Stars,
cv313,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soul II Soul,
Wire,
Althea and Donna,
Subhumans,
Faraquet,
The Walker Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
Colin Newman,
Dark Day,
Matthew Bourne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jandek,
Cecil Taylor,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gun Club,
Y Pants,
Skarface,
Ten City,
Swans,
Youth Brigade,
Roger Hodgson,
Lyres,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Misunderstood,
Vladislav Delay,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Prince Buster,
Marvin Gaye,
Fear,
DJ Sneak,
Crime,
CMW,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.