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 Canada and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
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 theremin 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 Curtis Mayfield to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Nick Fraelich,
a-ha,
The Sonics,
Accadde A,
Warsaw,
Radiohead,
Scrapy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Shuggie Otis,
Fugazi,
Mr. Review,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wasted Youth,
Hot Snakes,
Average White Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tubeway Army,
Das Ding,
The Count Five,
the Soft Cell,
These Immortal Souls,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aural Exciters,
Laurel Aitken,
ABBA,
The Last Poets,
Pet Shop Boys,
DJ Style,
Deakin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Toasters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Bauhaus,
Stetsasonic,
Gregory Isaacs,
World's Most,
Graham Central Station,
Oblivians,
Japan,
Television,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rhythm & Sound,
Goldenarms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rotary Connection,
Nils Olav,
Reagan Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
Vainqueur,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Au Pairs,
Kerri Chandler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
In Retrospect,
The Knickerbockers,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.