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 Monaco and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 Eli Mardock to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aswad,
The Offenders,
Panda Bear,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Techniques,
Eric Dolphy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Schoolly D,
Marine Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Funkadelic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Martian,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joe Finger,
June of 44,
Fugazi,
The Residents,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Half Japanese,
The Monks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harry Pussy,
Ultimate Spinach,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camouflage,
The Alarm Clocks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barbara Tucker,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jerry's Kids,
Essential Logic,
B.T. Express,
Barrington Levy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blancmange,
F. McDonald,
Kas Product,
Soft Cell,
Unrelated Segments,
Danielle Patucci,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare,
Chris & Cosey,
Derrick May,
Zapp,
Lightning Bolt,
Country Teasers,
Excepter,
The Fire Engines,
Maurizio,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sonic Youth,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.