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 Ecuador and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Grey Daturas to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry 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?
The Monks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dual Sessions,
Zapp,
The Doors,
the Sonics,
Yazoo,
Mr. Review,
the Human League,
Godley & Creme,
Wally Richardson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeff Mills,
Popol Vuh,
Gang of Four,
Smog,
Scion,
Eric Dolphy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
R.M.O.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-Ray Spex,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Magma,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Masters at Work,
Los Fastidios,
Delon & Dalcan,
Freddie Wadling,
The Music Machine,
Black Sheep,
Joy Division,
Adolescents,
Sister Nancy,
Amon Düül II,
Mad Mike,
Brass Construction,
The Gladiators,
The Divine Comedy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Magazine,
Television,
Aural Exciters,
OOIOO,
Roxy Music,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camberwell Now,
Vainqueur,
Skaos,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dennis Brown,
Rotary Connection,
Tim Buckley,
Aswad,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.