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 Panama and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 David Bowie 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 The Leaves to the crunk 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tomorrow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Popol Vuh,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Surgeon,
The Monochrome Set,
Malaria!,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gun Club,
Stiv Bators,
Ornette Coleman,
One Last Wish,
Man Parrish,
Index,
Porter Ricks,
Roxy Music,
Television,
Albert Ayler,
The Offenders,
Johnny Clarke,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Stooges,
Derrick May,
B.T. Express,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric Dolphy,
Lucky Dragons,
The Music Machine,
Jacques Brel,
Moby Grape,
Jeru the Damaja,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The American Breed,
Fad Gadget,
Thee Headcoats,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter and Kerry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
JFA,
Ice-T,
Minny Pops,
Grauzone,
Flash Fearless,
Nico,
The Buckinghams,
Jeff Mills,
Q65,
Roxette,
Arab on Radar,
Donny Hathaway,
EPMD,
Cal Tjader,
10cc,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Visage,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Red Krayola,
Half Japanese,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.