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 Namibia and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Little Man to the rock 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Robert Wyatt,
Absolute Body Control,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Adolescents,
The Blues Magoos,
Fat Boys,
Main Source,
Thompson Twins,
The Dead C,
Essential Logic,
Kenny Larkin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Todd Terry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Misunderstood,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wolf Eyes,
10cc,
Sonic Youth,
Eric Copeland,
Sandy B,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Sheep,
The Raincoats,
Hardrive,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marvin Gaye,
Silicon Teens,
Qualms,
The Victims,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Procol Harum,
Gang of Four,
Girls At Our Best!,
One Last Wish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crime,
The Vogues,
The Invisible,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gladiators,
Cymande,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Morten Harket,
Big Daddy Kane,
Surgeon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Popol Vuh,
Hashim,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare,
the Human League,
Reagan Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Monks,
Lucky Dragons,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.