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 Lebanon and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 MDC to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Scientists,
Slave,
Index,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Smiths,
The Gun Club,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Youth Brigade,
Eli Mardock,
Cybotron,
Warren Ellis,
UT,
Harmonia,
ABBA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bill Near,
The Associates,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amon Düül,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Misunderstood,
This Heat,
Y Pants,
Camouflage,
The Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Smoke,
The Invisible,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Groovy Waters,
Blancmange,
The Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultravox,
Gregory Isaacs,
Johnny Clarke,
Sixth Finger,
Blake Baxter,
Fluxion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Malaria!,
Sight & Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yusef Lateef,
The Young Rascals,
Morten Harket,
Peter and Kerry,
Tommy Roe,
T. Rex,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cameo,
John Coltrane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Real Kids,
Crime,
The Five Americans,
The Monks,
Kerri Chandler,
Deadbeat,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.