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 Tunisia and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
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 rhodes 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 Letta Mbulu to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
The Leaves,
Theoretical Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Rufus Thomas,
Agent Orange,
Aural Exciters,
X-101,
Aswad,
Unrelated Segments,
Stetsasonic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Livin' Joy,
LL Cool J,
The Index,
The Martian,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Swell Maps,
Kurtis Blow,
EPMD,
Index,
Brick,
Wire,
The Litter,
Dawn Penn,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alison Limerick,
Yellowson,
The Searchers,
ABC,
Althea and Donna,
The Human League,
Letta Mbulu,
Y Pants,
Niagra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skriet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Real Kids,
Deepchord,
Dorothy Ashby,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Knickerbockers,
Roy Ayers,
Gichy Dan,
Glenn Branca,
Franke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Womack,
Young Marble Giants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tom Boy,
Bill Wells,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quadrant,
Basic Channel,
Siglo XX,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.