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 Bangladesh and from Copenhagen.
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 Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the rhodes 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 DJ Style to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Lebanon Hanover,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Danielle Patucci,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
10cc,
DJ Style,
Pagans,
Lyres,
Gang Starr,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Holt,
The Trojans,
The Fortunes,
Cymande,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soulsonic Force,
Sam Rivers,
L. Decosne,
The American Breed,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flash Fearless,
The Kinks,
The Techniques,
Flipper,
Babytalk,
Barrington Levy,
Rites of Spring,
Gang of Four,
Liliput,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joensuu 1685,
Neu!,
The Index,
Alton Ellis,
Althea and Donna,
Swell Maps,
LL Cool J,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Goldenarms,
Matthew Bourne,
The Saints,
Vladislav Delay,
James White and The Blacks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Johnny Clarke,
Eden Ahbez,
The Durutti Column,
Marvin Gaye,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joy Division,
Lindisfarne,
FM Einheit,
the Sonics,
Suburban Knight,
B.T. Express,
Little Man,
The Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Youth Brigade,
The Dirtbombs,
The Monochrome Set,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.