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 Kosovo and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Mandrill to the crunk 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Barry Ungar,
Roxette,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Flesh Eaters,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Matthew Halsall,
Iggy Pop,
Stiv Bators,
Make Up,
Ornette Coleman,
Franke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Young Rascals,
The Gap Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Joy Division,
Anakelly,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
The Associates,
New Order,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cowsills,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Von Mondo,
Funkadelic,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Womack,
DJ Style,
Lakeside,
Todd Terry,
Grey Daturas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fluxion,
Talk Talk,
Arcadia,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Görl,
The Fortunes,
Sarah Menescal,
Clear Light,
Accadde A,
Angry Samoans,
Joensuu 1685,
Tubeway Army,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scratch Acid,
The Slackers,
Kas Product,
Graham Central Station,
Alice Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Germs,
E-Dancer,
Drive Like Jehu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tom Boy,
Pagans,
Neil Young,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.