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 Lithuania and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 Black Sheep to the dance 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Electric Prunes,
Mars,
Judy Mowatt,
Fat Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Flag,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Wake,
Scott Walker,
The New Christs,
Cymande,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sound Behaviour,
Kaleidoscope,
The Vogues,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Electric Prunes,
Iggy Pop,
T.S.O.L.,
Tres Demented,
Zapp,
Chrome,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arab on Radar,
Marmalade,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sex Pistols,
The Last Poets,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brand Nubian,
The Buckinghams,
Grey Daturas,
Trumans Water,
Unwound,
Fluxion,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fuzztones,
Ronnie Foster,
Susan Cadogan,
Radiohead,
James Chance & The Contortions,
La Düsseldorf,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Talk Talk,
Stiv Bators,
Warren Ellis,
Todd Rundgren,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fire Engines,
Oneida,
Hoover,
Niagra,
Angry Samoans,
Ten City,
Robert Wyatt,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.