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 Barbados and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Toasters to the techno 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kurtis Blow,
Los Fastidios,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Happenings,
Sonny Sharrock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fear,
The Smoke,
The Toasters,
Andrew Hill,
Skaos,
Tears for Fears,
Brand Nubian,
Rufus Thomas,
New York Dolls,
Kevin Saunderson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Young Rascals,
Max Romeo,
Quantec,
Vladislav Delay,
Buzzcocks,
Faraquet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pulsallama,
Infiniti,
Pagans,
Main Source,
Metal Thangz,
The Offenders,
Zapp,
Pantytec,
Judy Mowatt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dennis Brown,
Kayak,
Moss Icon,
The Real Kids,
Piero Umiliani,
The Associates,
LL Cool J,
Eddi Front,
Easy Going,
Blossom Toes,
Whodini,
The Count Five,
The Divine Comedy,
Pole,
Maleditus Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Cal Tjader,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.