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 Bhutan and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Soul Sonic Force to the rock 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Public Enemy,
Henry Cow,
X-102,
One Last Wish,
Nas,
The Fortunes,
The Misunderstood,
Sun City Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ponytail,
Donald Byrd,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hashim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Little Man,
Michelle Simonal,
Young Marble Giants,
Anakelly,
Max Romeo,
Eurythmics,
Todd Terry,
New York Dolls,
In Retrospect,
Marine Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Tears for Fears,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Birthday Party,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tres Demented,
Sandy B,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Electric Prunes,
Royal Trux,
The Motions,
Chrome,
Yaz,
The Gun Club,
Amon Düül II,
Average White Band,
Infiniti,
Sarah Menescal,
The Grass Roots,
The Fuzztones,
A Certain Ratio,
The Human League,
Zero Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Monochrome Set,
Quando Quango,
DNA,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dead Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.