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 Lebanon and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Metal Thangz to the grime 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moby Grape,
Mantronix,
Technova,
Reuben Wilson,
Ice-T,
Circle Jerks,
Ponytail,
Ronnie Foster,
Moss Icon,
Tomorrow,
The Cowsills,
Kaleidoscope,
Althea and Donna,
Buzzcocks,
Morten Harket,
The Remains,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Neon Judgement,
Malaria!,
Joe Smooth,
Sex Pistols,
Tom Boy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
T. Rex,
The Busters,
X-102,
Oblivians,
Popol Vuh,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Bar-Kays,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amon Düül II,
Fatback Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pantaleimon,
Porter Ricks,
David Bowie,
Mad Mike,
Shoche,
The Move,
Cymande,
the Normal,
Minutemen,
Joey Negro,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kerri Chandler,
John Coltrane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Slits,
Dave Gahan,
John Holt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Motions,
The Fire Engines,
Nick Fraelich,
Visage,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.