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 Indonesia 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 U.S. Maple 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hardrive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cheater Slicks,
Siglo XX,
Grauzone,
The Birthday Party,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Searchers,
The Remains,
Fear,
Anakelly,
Sparks,
Crash Course in Science,
Bluetip,
Jerry's Kids,
Wally Richardson,
The Barracudas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Suicide,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wolf Eyes,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Byrd,
Thee Headcoats,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Invisible,
Franke,
The Leaves,
Gang Starr,
The Grass Roots,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Toni Rubio,
the Association,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott Heron,
Panda Bear,
Los Fastidios,
Kas Product,
Gang Green,
The Toasters,
Symarip,
Scrapy,
Banda Bassotti,
Moebius,
Visage,
Warsaw,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Niagra,
The Cure,
Gong,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Popol Vuh,
L. Decosne,
Bad Manners,
The Buckinghams,
Piero Umiliani,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.