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 Thailand 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Association,
Andrew Hill,
MC5,
Rapeman,
Toni Rubio,
R.M.O.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Walker Brothers,
Goldenarms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ohio Players,
Radiopuhelimet,
Von Mondo,
John Lydon,
Lower 48,
Underground Resistance,
Urselle,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Matthew Halsall,
Dennis Brown,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mo-Dettes,
Rekid,
Soulsonic Force,
The Martian,
Marmalade,
Porter Ricks,
Connie Case,
Mandrill,
Wasted Youth,
F. McDonald,
Quantec,
Hardrive,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sonic Youth,
Harmonia,
The Black Dice,
It's A Beautiful Day,
KRS-One,
Circle Jerks,
Unrelated Segments,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mad Mike,
The Fall,
Eli Mardock,
H. Thieme,
Minnie Riperton,
Whodini,
Janne Schatter,
Gang of Four,
Banda Bassotti,
Cheater Slicks,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.