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 Syria and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 One Last Wish to the grunge 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Rekid,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tomorrow,
John Holt,
Spoonie Gee,
Siglo XX,
Dawn Penn,
Kas Product,
Kurtis Blow,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Wyatt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soft Cell,
Eli Mardock,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marine Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ice-T,
Don Cherry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rufus Thomas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Music Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
Bluetip,
Yellowson,
Tom Boy,
David Axelrod,
the Bar-Kays,
AZ,
Erykah Badu,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dirtbombs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Litter,
The Golliwogs,
The Pop Group,
Simply Red,
Groovy Waters,
R.M.O.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Kinks,
The Wake,
Mantronix,
The Smiths,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pagans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Associates,
Ohio Players,
CMW,
Average White Band,
Deadbeat,
Joe Finger,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Colin Newman,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.