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 Egypt and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Radiopuhelimet 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Boredoms,
Eddi Front,
The Gladiators,
Model 500,
Thee Headcoats,
Janne Schatter,
Index,
Ice-T,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Clear Light,
Rosa Yemen,
Basic Channel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aural Exciters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
The Seeds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cybotron,
The Young Rascals,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Section 25,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Excepter,
Funkadelic,
Make Up,
Ultra Naté,
Niagra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Shoche,
Unrelated Segments,
Altered Images,
Grauzone,
Masters at Work,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yazoo,
Gichy Dan,
the Normal,
Scratch Acid,
Marc Almond,
Crime,
Iggy Pop,
Jacques Brel,
Lightning Bolt,
China Crisis,
Brothers Johnson,
The Black Dice,
Massinfluence,
Blossom Toes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The American Breed,
Sugar Minott,
Country Teasers,
The Blues Magoos,
Cheater Slicks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.