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 Gabon and from Philadelphia.
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 Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 A Certain Ratio to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Idris Muhammad,
Fatback Band,
Crooked Eye,
Piero Umiliani,
Deepchord,
Dave Gahan,
Television Personalities,
Kerri Chandler,
The Monks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bush Tetras,
Flipper,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kevin Saunderson,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed,
Minutemen,
Tears for Fears,
Colin Newman,
Erykah Badu,
Kurtis Blow,
The Human League,
K-Klass,
Wire,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oblivians,
Sällskapet,
The Litter,
Moebius,
John Lydon,
Jeff Mills,
Delon & Dalcan,
Monolake,
Deadbeat,
Scientists,
Nils Olav,
Swans,
Hashim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Subhumans,
Ponytail,
The Divine Comedy,
Guru Guru,
Jimmy McGriff,
Absolute Body Control,
Livin' Joy,
ABBA,
Steve Hackett,
Roxy Music,
Reagan Youth,
The Fire Engines,
Yaz,
Can,
Eden Ahbez,
The Buckinghams,
Jerry's Kids,
John Holt,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.