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 Marshall Islands and from Sao Paulo.
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 Calgary and Seoul.
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 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 Boredoms to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Thee Headcoats,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ludus,
Yaz,
Stiv Bators,
Kenny Larkin,
Marc Almond,
Rapeman,
Terry Callier,
Eric Dolphy,
LL Cool J,
The Doobie Brothers,
Section 25,
The Saints,
Crime,
Grauzone,
X-Ray Spex,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Flesh Eaters,
David Axelrod,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Groovy Waters,
Pagans,
Duran Duran,
The Grass Roots,
Harry Pussy,
Iggy Pop,
Sexual Harrassment,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun Ra,
Oblivians,
Angry Samoans,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Cale,
The Litter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wally Richardson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brick,
Deadbeat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roy Ayers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dead Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
June Days,
The Music Machine,
U.S. Maple,
The Black Dice,
Josef K,
The Monochrome Set,
Con Funk Shun,
Minnie Riperton,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.