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 United Kingdom and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the dance 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Hood,
Harmonia,
Quadrant,
Lalann,
Stetsasonic,
Parry Music,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Christie,
Flash Fearless,
Dawn Penn,
Danielle Patucci,
Sandy B,
Country Teasers,
Gichy Dan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Arthur Verocai,
Steve Hackett,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Holt,
Technova,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Human League,
Big Daddy Kane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Intrusion,
Fat Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Buckinghams,
Urselle,
the Slits,
Arcadia,
Los Fastidios,
Quando Quango,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Move,
UT,
Loose Ends,
Infiniti,
Porter Ricks,
Tom Boy,
The Saints,
Hasil Adkins,
Al Stewart,
Yusef Lateef,
Bill Wells,
Buzzcocks,
Tomorrow,
Eric Copeland,
Blake Baxter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fatback Band,
Graham Central Station,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Lydon,
Godley & Creme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.