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 Kiribati and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roxette to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart 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?
Joey Negro,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Essential Logic,
E-Dancer,
Niagra,
New Age Steppers,
Gang of Four,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Moon,
Q65,
Bauhaus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pulsallama,
Kenny Larkin,
The Star Department,
Joensuu 1685,
Rekid,
Kas Product,
Con Funk Shun,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Velvet Underground,
Flamin' Groovies,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Doobie Brothers,
Smog,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Isaac Hayes,
Oneida,
Eli Mardock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Anthony Braxton,
Franke,
Spoonie Gee,
Kurtis Blow,
The United States of America,
Thompson Twins,
Roxy Music,
Slick Rick,
Jacques Brel,
Suburban Knight,
The Moody Blues,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeff Mills,
Scrapy,
Banda Bassotti,
Quando Quango,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare,
Magma,
Robert Wyatt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minnie Riperton,
Newcleus,
Arab on Radar,
David Bowie,
The Move,
Flipper,
Audionom,
The Gories,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.