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 Germany and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mary Jane Girls to the grime 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Khruangbin,
Scrapy,
Tubeway Army,
Josef K,
a-ha,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Leaves,
Sandy B,
Banda Bassotti,
Shuggie Otis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lyres,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bauhaus,
The Durutti Column,
Brand Nubian,
La Düsseldorf,
Basic Channel,
The United States of America,
Fluxion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Music Machine,
Fad Gadget,
Lakeside,
The Walker Brothers,
The Barracudas,
In Retrospect,
Model 500,
Carl Craig,
FM Einheit,
The Happenings,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soul II Soul,
Arab on Radar,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cameo,
The Martian,
Peter & Gordon,
The Remains,
The Misunderstood,
Patti Smith,
Black Sheep,
Von Mondo,
Rod Modell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
B.T. Express,
Heaven 17,
Donny Hathaway,
Mantronix,
Country Teasers,
The Gladiators,
Bill Wells,
Average White Band,
Sällskapet,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.