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 Philippines 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Smog to the techno 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stiv Bators,
Blancmange,
Royal Trux,
Brick,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Hood,
Malaria!,
Skarface,
Bootsy Collins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barry Ungar,
Tubeway Army,
Grauzone,
Michelle Simonal,
U.S. Maple,
Lebanon Hanover,
Interpol,
the Human League,
the Sonics,
The Smiths,
Heaven 17,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kas Product,
KRS-One,
The Beau Brummels,
Marine Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fad Gadget,
Freddie Wadling,
Mr. Review,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Liliput,
Kayak,
Judy Mowatt,
Bob Dylan,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Kinks,
Erykah Badu,
The Motions,
Donald Byrd,
Inner City,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Simply Red,
Boredoms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Whodini,
Hoover,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter and Kerry,
cv313,
Radiohead,
Funky Four + One,
The Misunderstood,
Ludus,
the Association,
Byron Stingily,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Franke,
The Angels of Light,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.