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 Cambodia and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
EPMD,
Eurythmics,
Deepchord,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bronski Beat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jacques Brel,
Ultimate Spinach,
U.S. Maple,
Derrick May,
Kaleidoscope,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chrome,
Juan Atkins,
Guru Guru,
Hoover,
Fear,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cramps,
Barrington Levy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Standells,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lalann,
Howard Jones,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camouflage,
Arab on Radar,
Stiv Bators,
Josef K,
Byron Stingily,
Y Pants,
Dual Sessions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skaos,
Ossler,
T. Rex,
The Raincoats,
Hasil Adkins,
Fluxion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Infiniti,
Depeche Mode,
Michelle Simonal,
Rapeman,
Susan Cadogan,
The Doors,
In Retrospect,
Donny Hathaway,
Jawbox,
Blossom Toes,
Popol Vuh,
Soulsonic Force,
Lower 48,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Normal,
Japan,
Motorama,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.