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 Sri Lanka and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 Public Image Ltd. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Whodini,
Roy Ayers,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Monochrome Set,
Brass Construction,
Radiopuhelimet,
Graham Central Station,
The Moody Blues,
the Soft Cell,
Peter and Kerry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Donny Hathaway,
Stereo Dub,
Ornette Coleman,
Johnny Clarke,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Sheep,
The Wake,
The Smoke,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Busters,
Suicide,
Tomorrow,
The Cowsills,
Television,
D'Angelo,
Fear,
Jerry's Kids,
Kerri Chandler,
Popol Vuh,
The Beau Brummels,
Danielle Patucci,
Ponytail,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Trumans Water,
The Angels of Light,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Albert Ayler,
Bush Tetras,
Main Source,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Womack,
The Martian,
Black Pus,
Ronnie Foster,
The Slits,
The Residents,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gap Band,
JFA,
June Days,
Matthew Bourne,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mark Hollis,
Todd Rundgren,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Sherman,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.