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 Hungary and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 David Bowie 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 Tom Boy 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Man Parrish,
L. Decosne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joyce Sims,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Zapp,
Cecil Taylor,
Sonic Youth,
Graham Central Station,
Yusef Lateef,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eddi Front,
Marc Almond,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bluetip,
Pantaleimon,
The Vogues,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Masters at Work,
The Fortunes,
Average White Band,
The Slackers,
Drive Like Jehu,
kango's stein massive,
Albert Ayler,
The Sonics,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Happenings,
Eric Copeland,
Black Sheep,
Jacques Brel,
Funky Four + One,
Los Fastidios,
Agent Orange,
Porter Ricks,
Angry Samoans,
Faraquet,
Swans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Q65,
Agitation Free,
Nirvana,
Mandrill,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scott Walker,
Duran Duran,
Bush Tetras,
The Knickerbockers,
Trumans Water,
Q and Not U,
David Axelrod,
Electric Prunes,
Guru Guru,
Motorama,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.