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 Albania and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 The J.B.'s to the funk 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
David Axelrod,
Dave Gahan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radio Birdman,
The Last Poets,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soul II Soul,
Kevin Saunderson,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Knickerbockers,
Roxette,
The Birthday Party,
Yellowson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Skatalites,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fluxion,
Masters at Work,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Neil Young,
Soft Machine,
Television Personalities,
The Real Kids,
Grey Daturas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bill Wells,
48th St. Collective,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott Heron,
Iggy Pop,
Ice-T,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rotary Connection,
June Days,
Graham Central Station,
Mantronix,
Roger Hodgson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Index,
Banda Bassotti,
Thompson Twins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Prince Buster,
Icehouse,
EPMD,
Ten City,
L. Decosne,
The Blackbyrds,
Ronan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Isaac Hayes,
K-Klass,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Buckinghams,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter & Gordon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.