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 Guinea-Bissau and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '70s.
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 Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moebius,
Public Image Ltd.,
Young Marble Giants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Urselle,
Metal Thangz,
The Moody Blues,
Sun Ra,
Echospace,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mo-Dettes,
Tom Boy,
Royal Trux,
Sixth Finger,
John Coltrane,
Lower 48,
Malaria!,
Rakim,
Rotary Connection,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Second Layer,
Deakin,
Graham Central Station,
The Fuzztones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DJ Style,
Joy Division,
F. McDonald,
the Bar-Kays,
Michelle Simonal,
Donny Hathaway,
Dark Day,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hashim,
Icehouse,
Tears for Fears,
Model 500,
The Blackbyrds,
Arab on Radar,
Scientists,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sonics,
Aaron Thompson,
Tomorrow,
Saccharine Trust,
Livin' Joy,
The United States of America,
Gang of Four,
Ten City,
Average White Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
10cc,
CMW,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thee Headcoats,
Reagan Youth,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.