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 Oman and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 Man Parrish to the dance 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Lalann,
Gang of Four,
The Durutti Column,
Slick Rick,
Fugazi,
Cal Tjader,
Barry Ungar,
The Martian,
The Skatalites,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Golliwogs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arab on Radar,
Sparks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Theoretical Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Shuggie Otis,
Bootsy Collins,
Anakelly,
Thompson Twins,
Tres Demented,
Yaz,
Arcadia,
Bobby Byrd,
Scott Walker,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cymande,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minor Threat,
New Age Steppers,
Fluxion,
Average White Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Quadrant,
The Moody Blues,
Rufus Thomas,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fortunes,
Dawn Penn,
Con Funk Shun,
Gong,
Tom Boy,
Animal Collective,
Bush Tetras,
Section 25,
Deepchord,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Barracudas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Smog,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Slits,
The Velvet Underground,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Michelle Simonal,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.