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 Zambia and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Lou Reed 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 John Foxx to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Absolute Body Control,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Accadde A,
Agent Orange,
Anakelly,
PIL,
Whodini,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chris & Cosey,
Dawn Penn,
Dave Gahan,
Rod Modell,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Pus,
ABC,
Beasts of Bourbon,
L. Decosne,
Schoolly D,
Gang Starr,
Arab on Radar,
The Invisible,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yazoo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Malaria!,
Erykah Badu,
Juan Atkins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultravox,
The Happenings,
Bauhaus,
Ossler,
The Wake,
Von Mondo,
Fear,
The Young Rascals,
Pantaleimon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pylon,
the Soft Cell,
Popol Vuh,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gabor Szabo,
New York Dolls,
Trumans Water,
Piero Umiliani,
Infiniti,
Boz Scaggs,
La Düsseldorf,
Freddie Wadling,
The Techniques,
Radiohead,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moss Icon,
John Foxx,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.