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 Bolivia and from Calgary.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Yusef Lateef to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DJ Sneak,
Letta Mbulu,
Swans,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare,
Cymande,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chrome,
Derrick Morgan,
Make Up,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Christie,
Flipper,
Yusef Lateef,
Reuben Wilson,
Supertramp,
The Smiths,
Little Man,
Radiopuhelimet,
Zero Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Das Ding,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Hood,
EPMD,
Marvin Gaye,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nico,
Guru Guru,
The Walker Brothers,
Amazonics,
the Bar-Kays,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Trojans,
Morten Harket,
Robert Wyatt,
Pierre Henry,
LL Cool J,
Susan Cadogan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boredoms,
Sixth Finger,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Essential Logic,
Alison Limerick,
Pantytec,
Roxy Music,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dead C,
Mission of Burma,
La Düsseldorf,
Sonic Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultra Naté,
Circle Jerks,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
ABC,
Cecil Taylor,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.