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 Nepal and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
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 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 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 Kenny Larkin to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vainqueur,
Junior Murvin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gong,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deakin,
Fatback Band,
Glenn Branca,
Lightning Bolt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Negative Approach,
Television Personalities,
Los Fastidios,
Lebanon Hanover,
Masters at Work,
The Durutti Column,
Matthew Halsall,
Livin' Joy,
Charles Mingus,
Piero Umiliani,
Girls At Our Best!,
Altered Images,
Q65,
Iggy Pop,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Beau Brummels,
The Raincoats,
the Swans,
John Coltrane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Seeds,
Jeff Lynne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
E-Dancer,
Tubeway Army,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joy Division,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lyres,
Joe Smooth,
Fluxion,
June Days,
D'Angelo,
Rapeman,
Harmonia,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Siglo XX,
F. McDonald,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
ABBA,
The Residents,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Agitation Free,
The Modern Lovers,
The Slackers,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.