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 Mexico City.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Outsiders to the electroclash 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Tubeway Army,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nick Fraelich,
the Sonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Underground Resistance,
Monks,
Aloha Tigers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blancmange,
The Real Kids,
L. Decosne,
June of 44,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Section 25,
Brass Construction,
Bootsy Collins,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Buckinghams,
Matthew Bourne,
Franke,
The Zeros,
Marvin Gaye,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Youth Brigade,
Ohio Players,
Eve St. Jones,
Zapp,
Funkadelic,
The Alarm Clocks,
DNA,
Half Japanese,
the Bar-Kays,
Ronnie Foster,
Excepter,
Mark Hollis,
Buzzcocks,
Bush Tetras,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sister Nancy,
Bluetip,
Pantaleimon,
Gong,
Scratch Acid,
Wire,
Tears for Fears,
Circle Jerks,
Newcleus,
Mr. Review,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gun Club,
Agent Orange,
Whodini,
The Techniques,
KRS-One,
the Human League,
Surgeon,
Severed Heads,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.