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 Denmark and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Motorama to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Henry Cow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sparks,
The Busters,
Alison Limerick,
Suburban Knight,
The Blackbyrds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Charles Mingus,
Sällskapet,
Organ,
Pussy Galore,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soft Machine,
Joe Smooth,
Aswad,
The Skatalites,
Godley & Creme,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Shoche,
Lou Christie,
Erasure,
Ohio Players,
Stiv Bators,
Minor Threat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sarah Menescal,
Deadbeat,
Isaac Hayes,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed,
Make Up,
Severed Heads,
Jeru the Damaja,
Angry Samoans,
The Seeds,
Groovy Waters,
The Monks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Young Marble Giants,
Tim Buckley,
Eddi Front,
the Slits,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oneida,
Tears for Fears,
Desert Stars,
Drexciya,
Half Japanese,
The Blues Magoos,
Tom Boy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Loose Ends,
Quadrant,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
10cc,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Normal,
Maurizio,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.