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 Jamaica and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Motions to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
FM Einheit,
The Motions,
Donny Hathaway,
The Seeds,
Gang of Four,
Smog,
The Tremeloes,
Magma,
Eric B and Rakim,
Supertramp,
Freddie Wadling,
Sonny Sharrock,
Matthew Halsall,
Todd Terry,
UT,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Invisible,
Fugazi,
Dorothy Ashby,
Guru Guru,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fluxion,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Raincoats,
Aswad,
Mad Mike,
Brick,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Sherman,
The Searchers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wasted Youth,
Metal Thangz,
The Music Machine,
Stetsasonic,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter & Gordon,
Piero Umiliani,
DJ Style,
Easy Going,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Audionom,
The Red Krayola,
The Zeros,
David Bowie,
Q and Not U,
Cecil Taylor,
Rufus Thomas,
the Bar-Kays,
Jawbox,
Leonard Cohen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hoover,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tomorrow,
Al Stewart,
Organ,
Gabor Szabo,
Kayak,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.