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 Ukraine and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cymande to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boz Scaggs,
Don Cherry,
Talk Talk,
Flash Fearless,
Main Source,
Wolf Eyes,
Trumans Water,
Ponytail,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Bar-Kays,
Charles Mingus,
Cecil Taylor,
Depeche Mode,
Bootsy Collins,
The United States of America,
Jacques Brel,
R.M.O.,
10cc,
Zero Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tears for Fears,
Ronnie Foster,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Vogues,
Little Man,
The Monochrome Set,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moby Grape,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Flag,
The Remains,
Swell Maps,
The Offenders,
Judy Mowatt,
The Tremeloes,
Tim Buckley,
Yazoo,
ABBA,
Das Ding,
Infiniti,
La Düsseldorf,
the Sonics,
Bob Dylan,
the Germs,
Hardrive,
D'Angelo,
One Last Wish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chris & Cosey,
Nik Kershaw,
Marcia Griffiths,
Toni Rubio,
Popol Vuh,
FM Einheit,
The Happenings,
Spandau Ballet,
Jacob Miller,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.