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 Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
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 the Swans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
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,
Gastr Del Sol,
Q and Not U,
Absolute Body Control,
The Beau Brummels,
Drexciya,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fatback Band,
Heaven 17,
Isaac Hayes,
Ludus,
Idris Muhammad,
B.T. Express,
Rites of Spring,
Banda Bassotti,
Essential Logic,
The Seeds,
Grauzone,
Oblivians,
Joey Negro,
The Offenders,
R.M.O.,
Echospace,
John Cale,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cheater Slicks,
Malaria!,
Aaron Thompson,
Index,
Frankie Knuckles,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Infiniti,
Darondo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
H. Thieme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Martian,
Roxette,
World's Most,
Ice-T,
Black Flag,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Pus,
Ituana,
Spandau Ballet,
Crash Course in Science,
Young Marble Giants,
Alison Limerick,
The Fire Engines,
Bronski Beat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aswad,
Suicide,
Bill Wells,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
OOIOO,
Warren Ellis,
Organ,
the Bar-Kays,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.