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 Liberia and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Bill Wells 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
The Neon Judgement,
MC5,
Bobby Byrd,
Idris Muhammad,
Theoretical Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
B.T. Express,
Frankie Knuckles,
Zapp,
Tom Boy,
Mission of Burma,
The Monochrome Set,
Nico,
Underground Resistance,
Rod Modell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fear,
The Dirtbombs,
The Black Dice,
Boredoms,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flash Fearless,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Slave,
Soft Cell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brothers Johnson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sixth Finger,
Harry Pussy,
Bronski Beat,
Slick Rick,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sparks,
Mad Mike,
Man Parrish,
Jacob Miller,
Swell Maps,
Mars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bluetip,
E-Dancer,
Hot Snakes,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Moleskins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Animal Collective,
K-Klass,
Schoolly D,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cymande,
Goldenarms,
Lower 48,
Desert Stars,
F. McDonald,
The Kinks,
Severed Heads,
Mandrill,
Q and Not U,
The Zeros,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.