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 Dominican Republic and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the techno 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
The Young Rascals,
Pantytec,
Silicon Teens,
The Monochrome Set,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Victims,
Darondo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Litter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Faraquet,
Interpol,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hashim,
Livin' Joy,
Dave Gahan,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eurythmics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pantaleimon,
Sam Rivers,
The Neon Judgement,
Barbara Tucker,
Leonard Cohen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lalann,
Jeff Lynne,
Matthew Bourne,
Marmalade,
Quadrant,
Yaz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fortunes,
Steve Hackett,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lightning Bolt,
Toni Rubio,
Easy Going,
Japan,
The Busters,
Suicide,
Bill Wells,
Lower 48,
Hoover,
Alison Limerick,
The Saints,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Christie,
Nation of Ulysses,
Duran Duran,
Schoolly D,
X-Ray Spex,
Mr. Review,
Tom Boy,
Royal Trux,
UT,
Jacques Brel,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.