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 Kyrgyzstan and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the techno 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Alton Ellis,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gladiators,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ituana,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fortunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Severed Heads,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mr. Review,
Lightning Bolt,
Wings,
One Last Wish,
X-Ray Spex,
Warren Ellis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rufus Thomas,
FM Einheit,
The Skatalites,
Television Personalities,
Barbara Tucker,
Terrestrial Tones,
Qualms,
Sugar Minott,
Quando Quango,
The Moody Blues,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bang On A Can,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cure,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare,
Ronnie Foster,
Sixth Finger,
Neu!,
Piero Umiliani,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Modern Lovers,
La Düsseldorf,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Wyatt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Godley & Creme,
The Blackbyrds,
Albert Ayler,
Junior Murvin,
The Litter,
Eli Mardock,
Fugazi,
Mantronix,
Minny Pops,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Underground Resistance,
John Holt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Circle Jerks,
The Barracudas,
Fear,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
cv313,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.