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 Edmonton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
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 chamberlin 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 The Zeros to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Khruangbin,
Fear,
The Music Machine,
Audionom,
AZ,
Jacques Brel,
MC5,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joey Negro,
ABBA,
Wasted Youth,
OOIOO,
The Litter,
Massinfluence,
Joensuu 1685,
The Kinks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Archie Shepp,
The Monochrome Set,
Bizarre Inc.,
Little Man,
The Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Trojans,
The Dirtbombs,
Aaron Thompson,
Rites of Spring,
Gang of Four,
Todd Terry,
The Names,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Görl,
Slick Rick,
Gong,
Sun City Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Spoonie Gee,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Young Marble Giants,
Buzzcocks,
Y Pants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gichy Dan,
U.S. Maple,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mars,
A Certain Ratio,
Visage,
Byron Stingily,
Stereo Dub,
Agitation Free,
Hasil Adkins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jerry's Kids,
Ossler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brothers Johnson,
Second Layer,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.