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 China and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Moby Grape to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
China Crisis,
F. McDonald,
Davy DMX,
Altered Images,
Sexual Harrassment,
Franke,
Soft Machine,
Malaria!,
Ice-T,
U.S. Maple,
Make Up,
LL Cool J,
JFA,
Youth Brigade,
Janne Schatter,
Wings,
Neu!,
Suburban Knight,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Lydon,
Inner City,
Urselle,
Moby Grape,
Grey Daturas,
Sister Nancy,
FM Einheit,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yusef Lateef,
DJ Style,
Japan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Con Funk Shun,
These Immortal Souls,
Kenny Larkin,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Byrd,
The Kinks,
Sonic Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Smoke,
Little Man,
Sun Ra,
Desert Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Monochrome Set,
Alphaville,
Tom Boy,
The Tremeloes,
Mad Mike,
The Skatalites,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sonics,
Lucky Dragons,
The J.B.'s,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.