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 Cameroon 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Yaz to the disco 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Lindisfarne,
Gong,
EPMD,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Flag,
Peter & Gordon,
Television Personalities,
Chrome,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eli Mardock,
Eddi Front,
Wings,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deadbeat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dual Sessions,
Joy Division,
Freddie Wadling,
Country Teasers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Judy Mowatt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Associates,
Bootsy Collins,
Gichy Dan,
Negative Approach,
Procol Harum,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
June of 44,
Section 25,
the Swans,
Youth Brigade,
Gabor Szabo,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed,
Ice-T,
Swans,
The Buckinghams,
Pantytec,
Echospace,
Aural Exciters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Anthony Braxton,
Brothers Johnson,
Dead Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Lydon,
Crime,
Tim Buckley,
the Slits,
Groovy Waters,
Stiv Bators,
New Age Steppers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boz Scaggs,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.