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 South Sudan and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin 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 Kevin Saunderson to the disco 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Jerry's Kids,
Gerry Rafferty,
Silicon Teens,
Zero Boys,
The Vogues,
Nik Kershaw,
The Toasters,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Happenings,
Aaron Thompson,
Negative Approach,
Crash Course in Science,
Scrapy,
The Divine Comedy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David McCallum,
Black Sheep,
48th St. Collective,
Soul Sonic Force,
Spandau Ballet,
The Real Kids,
MC5,
Cymande,
Derrick Morgan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Desert Stars,
The Star Department,
Oblivians,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Magma,
Minny Pops,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Agitation Free,
Livin' Joy,
Qualms,
Lindisfarne,
The Fall,
The Gun Club,
Deadbeat,
X-101,
The Smoke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Beau Brummels,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rites of Spring,
Bizarre Inc.,
Khruangbin,
Bluetip,
Masters at Work,
Quando Quango,
Peter & Gordon,
Lower 48,
Bush Tetras,
Public Enemy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cheater Slicks,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.