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 Poland and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 Carl Craig to the techno 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
The Black Dice,
Tim Buckley,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Velvet Underground,
Hot Snakes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Residents,
Gong,
One Last Wish,
The Gap Band,
Tommy Roe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dead Boys,
the Human League,
Saccharine Trust,
The Grass Roots,
Amazonics,
the Slits,
MDC,
Ponytail,
Reagan Youth,
Josef K,
Absolute Body Control,
Country Teasers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vainqueur,
John Lydon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radio Birdman,
Altered Images,
Max Romeo,
Sällskapet,
DJ Sneak,
Pantytec,
Mantronix,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bill Wells,
Slick Rick,
Q and Not U,
Warsaw,
Lightning Bolt,
Skaos,
Tres Demented,
Funkadelic,
Niagra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nik Kershaw,
Gregory Isaacs,
Model 500,
Ohio Players,
Kenny Larkin,
Maurizio,
Ronan,
Camouflage,
Zero Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Cale,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.