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 Canada and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Warsaw to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Davy DMX,
Sandy B,
The Gladiators,
Smog,
Sixth Finger,
The Sonics,
Sun City Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
10cc,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Au Pairs,
Yellowson,
The Martian,
Bronski Beat,
The American Breed,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tomorrow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Human League,
Eurythmics,
Matthew Bourne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eddi Front,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Misunderstood,
Animal Collective,
The Associates,
The Saints,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New Age Steppers,
X-101,
Minnie Riperton,
Ornette Coleman,
Amon Düül,
Section 25,
Josef K,
Bush Tetras,
The Human League,
Desert Stars,
Echospace,
Sarah Menescal,
The Busters,
The Toasters,
Hoover,
Reagan Youth,
Stiv Bators,
Duran Duran,
48th St. Collective,
Visage,
Harmonia,
The Cramps,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Man Parrish,
Marvin Gaye,
Howard Jones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.