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 Uzbekistan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Eli Mardock to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Barracudas,
New Age Steppers,
Porter Ricks,
Isaac Hayes,
OOIOO,
Negative Approach,
Magazine,
The Gap Band,
The Smoke,
Kenny Larkin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Derrick May,
Nick Fraelich,
Guru Guru,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Green,
David Bowie,
Deadbeat,
Yazoo,
Blossom Toes,
Kurtis Blow,
Ronan,
Angry Samoans,
Sex Pistols,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stereo Dub,
D'Angelo,
Fluxion,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Severed Heads,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Byrd,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crooked Eye,
Tubeway Army,
Aloha Tigers,
Joe Finger,
The Divine Comedy,
Scrapy,
Little Man,
Roger Hodgson,
Dual Sessions,
A Certain Ratio,
DNA,
the Sonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Birthday Party,
Joensuu 1685,
Eurythmics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scratch Acid,
Peter & Gordon,
Ludus,
EPMD,
Lyres,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
R.M.O.,
Bronski Beat,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.