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 Benin and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 LL Cool J to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
The Cowsills,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ossler,
Tom Boy,
The Moleskins,
Nick Fraelich,
Eve St. Jones,
Neil Young,
Ponytail,
Flamin' Groovies,
Silicon Teens,
Boredoms,
ABC,
Babytalk,
John Lydon,
Guru Guru,
Idris Muhammad,
La Düsseldorf,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Moon,
Kayak,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alice Coltrane,
X-Ray Spex,
Malaria!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Popol Vuh,
The Raincoats,
Nils Olav,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kenny Larkin,
Angry Samoans,
Siglo XX,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tears for Fears,
Jacob Miller,
The Human League,
Section 25,
Sugar Minott,
Franke,
Freddie Wadling,
Harpers Bizarre,
Circle Jerks,
Pantaleimon,
Y Pants,
Derrick May,
JFA,
Oblivians,
Television,
Rapeman,
the Swans,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare,
Sam Rivers,
Heaven 17,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Techniques,
Connie Case,
KRS-One,
L. Decosne,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.