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 Ethiopia and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Cameo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Minny Pops,
Juan Atkins,
The Leaves,
China Crisis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dave Gahan,
Y Pants,
The Names,
Anakelly,
Brick,
Severed Heads,
Susan Cadogan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blossom Toes,
Janne Schatter,
Scion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
AZ,
Brand Nubian,
La Düsseldorf,
Eli Mardock,
Vainqueur,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Reagan Youth,
the Association,
X-102,
The Index,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Babytalk,
Animal Collective,
The Pop Group,
Robert Hood,
ABC,
Japan,
Ultra Naté,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dead Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soft Cell,
The Fortunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Das Ding,
Jacob Miller,
Index,
EPMD,
OOIOO,
MDC,
The Searchers,
Scott Walker,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Matthew Bourne,
The Blues Magoos,
The Misunderstood,
Alison Limerick,
John Coltrane,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.