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 Kuwait and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
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 oboe 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 Scan 7 to the grime 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
the Swans,
The Smoke,
Lakeside,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moss Icon,
X-102,
the Sonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Absolute Body Control,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Stooges,
Scientists,
Marvin Gaye,
Alton Ellis,
Harry Pussy,
Kerri Chandler,
June Days,
Erykah Badu,
Country Teasers,
Wire,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Soft Cell,
Joyce Sims,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Wyatt,
the Bar-Kays,
The Offenders,
The Dirtbombs,
Sixth Finger,
The Zeros,
Interpol,
Sparks,
Visage,
Albert Ayler,
Siglo XX,
The Real Kids,
D'Angelo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aswad,
Anthony Braxton,
Donny Hathaway,
Franke,
Section 25,
The Fall,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Standells,
The Doors,
The Modern Lovers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Index,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Erasure,
Stiv Bators,
Little Man,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Faraquet,
T.S.O.L.,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter & Gordon,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.