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 Gambia and from Philadelphia.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Holger Czukay 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 Gil Scott Heron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scott Walker,
Freddie Wadling,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Slits,
Kas Product,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kaleidoscope,
Section 25,
Amon Düül II,
Sarah Menescal,
Monolake,
The Sonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Piero Umiliani,
Harry Pussy,
The Names,
The Alarm Clocks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Flesh Eaters,
Trumans Water,
Bill Near,
Amazonics,
Carl Craig,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cure,
Bobby Sherman,
K-Klass,
Marvin Gaye,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gories,
Aural Exciters,
The New Christs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DJ Style,
Ultravox,
Average White Band,
The Star Department,
Bluetip,
Steve Hackett,
Cameo,
T. Rex,
Con Funk Shun,
Supertramp,
Duran Duran,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sister Nancy,
Bill Wells,
The Dave Clark Five,
Clear Light,
Bobby Womack,
Yaz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Make Up,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DJ Sneak,
Model 500,
Silicon Teens,
Yazoo,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.