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 Dominican Republic and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 Pole to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Au Pairs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mandrill,
Lyres,
OOIOO,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Traffic Nightmare,
kango's stein massive,
Nas,
Sandy B,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rotary Connection,
Talk Talk,
The Invisible,
Motorama,
June Days,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Urselle,
The Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
The Blackbyrds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Sherman,
The Durutti Column,
Magma,
Nick Fraelich,
The Music Machine,
Technova,
DNA,
Idris Muhammad,
Ossler,
Alphaville,
Cecil Taylor,
Mr. Review,
Scan 7,
Negative Approach,
The Star Department,
Funkadelic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hot Snakes,
Minnie Riperton,
Zapp,
Pagans,
Fad Gadget,
Roxette,
Quando Quango,
Black Pus,
Soft Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Funky Four + One,
UT,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun Ra,
Excepter,
Symarip,
The Victims,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultra Naté,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.