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 Lithuania and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 Lalo Schifrin to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rekid,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric Copeland,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Country Teasers,
Ludus,
Popol Vuh,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Smiths,
DNA,
The Blackbyrds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Unrelated Segments,
The Offenders,
Rites of Spring,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cluster,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
Basic Channel,
Sam Rivers,
Little Man,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nico,
Leonard Cohen,
Brass Construction,
Yusef Lateef,
Eden Ahbez,
Darondo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aswad,
Kerrie Biddell,
Maleditus Sound,
Morten Harket,
Gichy Dan,
These Immortal Souls,
The Seeds,
Thompson Twins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Angry Samoans,
Animal Collective,
Minutemen,
Lindisfarne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soul II Soul,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Essential Logic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The New Christs,
The Stooges,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hardrive,
Oblivians,
Tim Buckley,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.