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 Djibouti and from Accra.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 Darondo to the dance 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Eve St. Jones,
Public Enemy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David Axelrod,
Pantytec,
Popol Vuh,
Arab on Radar,
L. Decosne,
the Bar-Kays,
Lee Hazlewood,
Index,
Barry Ungar,
Black Bananas,
Bluetip,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Cale,
James White and The Blacks,
Juan Atkins,
Soul II Soul,
Maurizio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wire,
Iggy Pop,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Piero Umiliani,
Main Source,
Lower 48,
Absolute Body Control,
Zapp,
Rites of Spring,
Hashim,
David McCallum,
Essential Logic,
The United States of America,
The Blues Magoos,
EPMD,
Dennis Brown,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marc Almond,
Anakelly,
Tomorrow,
UT,
The Moleskins,
Crime,
Donny Hathaway,
Rosa Yemen,
Fear,
Royal Trux,
Frankie Knuckles,
Susan Cadogan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bad Manners,
Scratch Acid,
Pierre Henry,
T.S.O.L.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
D'Angelo,
Michelle Simonal,
Alice Coltrane,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.