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 Togo and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Radiohead to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Womack,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Holt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fortunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Golliwogs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fear,
Crooked Eye,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brass Construction,
Gabor Szabo,
X-101,
Blancmange,
Deepchord,
Little Man,
Swans,
Nick Fraelich,
K-Klass,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Starr,
Livin' Joy,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Normal,
Suburban Knight,
Newcleus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mars,
the Association,
The Star Department,
Silicon Teens,
Index,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Derrick Morgan,
Mandrill,
Lucky Dragons,
The Litter,
DNA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yusef Lateef,
Glenn Branca,
Minnie Riperton,
The United States of America,
The Stooges,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fuzztones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fall,
Grauzone,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ronan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.