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 Solomon Islands and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 PIL to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
The Litter,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sound,
The Mummies,
Aswad,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New Order,
Frankie Knuckles,
Groovy Waters,
Maleditus Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Los Fastidios,
Tres Demented,
Gang of Four,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Bananas,
Graham Central Station,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
Freddie Wadling,
Negative Approach,
the Slits,
Lakeside,
Sonic Youth,
Royal Trux,
Rod Modell,
Hot Snakes,
Warsaw,
Rites of Spring,
The Velvet Underground,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Stooges,
Darondo,
Mission of Burma,
The Golliwogs,
Ituana,
Soft Machine,
a-ha,
Steve Hackett,
Delta 5,
Mark Hollis,
Lower 48,
FM Einheit,
Dave Gahan,
Harry Pussy,
Ten City,
Ice-T,
B.T. Express,
Schoolly D,
Neu!,
Scott Walker,
CMW,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Lydon,
Symarip,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.