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 Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Youth Brigade to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Aaron Thompson,
OOIOO,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Steve Hackett,
Animal Collective,
10cc,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joyce Sims,
The Real Kids,
The Cure,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Chris Corsano,
Nas,
Dual Sessions,
Suicide,
Donny Hathaway,
The Young Rascals,
Eden Ahbez,
Eurythmics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eddi Front,
Rod Modell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Echospace,
Morten Harket,
Ten City,
Josef K,
Cameo,
Arab on Radar,
Spoonie Gee,
Sparks,
Scientists,
the Swans,
Dave Gahan,
Charles Mingus,
Roxy Music,
Popol Vuh,
Masters at Work,
Jeff Mills,
Marine Girls,
The Smoke,
This Heat,
Rapeman,
Robert Wyatt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nils Olav,
The Kinks,
Clear Light,
Absolute Body Control,
Sandy B,
Ultra Naté,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Pus,
Bob Dylan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Althea and Donna,
Alice Coltrane,
The Saints,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eli Mardock,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.