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 Madagascar and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
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 808 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 Crash Course in Science to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Lightning Bolt,
Neil Young,
Jeff Mills,
Leonard Cohen,
Arthur Verocai,
Barclay James Harvest,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Piero Umiliani,
Supertramp,
Monolake,
The Knickerbockers,
Jawbox,
Q65,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Young Rascals,
John Foxx,
Symarip,
Joensuu 1685,
Brand Nubian,
Glenn Branca,
MDC,
Fugazi,
The Blackbyrds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roy Ayers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Graham Central Station,
Quando Quango,
a-ha,
Ornette Coleman,
The Divine Comedy,
Intrusion,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kerri Chandler,
Rosa Yemen,
Youth Brigade,
Marvin Gaye,
Ronnie Foster,
Subhumans,
Minor Threat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barbara Tucker,
Eden Ahbez,
Nas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Womack,
Magma,
Bill Wells,
DJ Sneak,
X-102,
Second Layer,
Franke,
Metal Thangz,
China Crisis,
Sun Ra,
Lucky Dragons,
The Associates,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.