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 Liechtenstein 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Erykah Badu to the disco 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
The Dead C,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Searchers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minnie Riperton,
Camberwell Now,
The Moleskins,
The Birthday Party,
Steve Hackett,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Byrd,
Donald Byrd,
JFA,
Derrick May,
Pussy Galore,
Spandau Ballet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Last Poets,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tommy Roe,
Delta 5,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joensuu 1685,
The Divine Comedy,
Morten Harket,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Cale,
Lucky Dragons,
Rites of Spring,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed,
Althea and Donna,
Monolake,
Sparks,
Matthew Halsall,
Alton Ellis,
Mandrill,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ohio Players,
Radio Birdman,
Don Cherry,
Banda Bassotti,
Skaos,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun City Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Oneida,
FM Einheit,
New Order,
Tim Buckley,
The Trojans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tubeway Army,
The Raincoats,
Heaven 17,
Stereo Dub,
Clear Light,
Swans,
Alphaville,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.