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 Switzerland and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Jeff Lynne to the rap 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
The Happenings,
Sister Nancy,
Bang On A Can,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Stooges,
Soft Cell,
Byron Stingily,
Los Fastidios,
the Slits,
The Dead C,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hashim,
Crash Course in Science,
Vainqueur,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Knickerbockers,
Todd Terry,
Talk Talk,
The Slits,
Idris Muhammad,
Monks,
Theoretical Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Ice-T,
Oblivians,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Charles Mingus,
The Index,
Eden Ahbez,
La Düsseldorf,
John Holt,
June of 44,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Monochrome Set,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joey Negro,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cal Tjader,
Q and Not U,
Eli Mardock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Das Ding,
The Fall,
The Blackbyrds,
Kas Product,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Techniques,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Durutti Column,
Donny Hathaway,
Patti Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
Drexciya,
Kerri Chandler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun City Girls,
Bluetip,
a-ha,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.