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 Tanzania and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Metal Thangz to the electroclash 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jawbox,
Arab on Radar,
Desert Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pet Shop Boys,
Urselle,
Intrusion,
Bauhaus,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Five Americans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Negative Approach,
Soulsonic Force,
E-Dancer,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultra Naté,
Kenny Larkin,
Alphaville,
Ken Boothe,
The Stooges,
Dead Boys,
New York Dolls,
Moby Grape,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Sherman,
The Techniques,
Newcleus,
Faust,
Duran Duran,
The Index,
Animal Collective,
EPMD,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Inner City,
Eurythmics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Selecter,
The Leaves,
The Martian,
KRS-One,
David Bowie,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Searchers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grey Daturas,
Prince Buster,
Byron Stingily,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pylon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tres Demented,
Roger Hodgson,
World's Most,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quantec,
Blossom Toes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Icehouse,
Joy Division,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.