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 Ecuador and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 Tommy Roe to the rap 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Anakelly,
David Bowie,
Funky Four + One,
Pantaleimon,
48th St. Collective,
The Flesh Eaters,
Main Source,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Subhumans,
Dead Boys,
The Fortunes,
Tom Boy,
Neil Young,
The Zeros,
Jimmy McGriff,
Public Enemy,
Bluetip,
Nils Olav,
Cymande,
Kerrie Biddell,
Erasure,
Soulsonic Force,
One Last Wish,
Peter and Kerry,
The Modern Lovers,
Matthew Bourne,
Babytalk,
Quantec,
Trumans Water,
R.M.O.,
ABC,
Ohio Players,
Cluster,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Sherman,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Byrd,
LL Cool J,
The Knickerbockers,
Joe Smooth,
Al Stewart,
Faraquet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Warsaw,
Freddie Wadling,
Quadrant,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wolf Eyes,
Spandau Ballet,
Thompson Twins,
The J.B.'s,
Bauhaus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moby Grape,
Todd Rundgren,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Howard Jones,
Nas,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.