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 Norway and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Von Mondo to the disco 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Cecil Taylor,
Section 25,
Television,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dual Sessions,
Derrick Morgan,
Aswad,
KRS-One,
Aaron Thompson,
Inner City,
Lindisfarne,
Nas,
The Kinks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camouflage,
Pharoah Sanders,
Los Fastidios,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dennis Brown,
Monks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Moon,
Royal Trux,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sugar Minott,
Altered Images,
Alphaville,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Model 500,
Barbara Tucker,
The Monochrome Set,
Public Enemy,
The Fuzztones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Reagan Youth,
Hashim,
Aural Exciters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Remains,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boredoms,
The Sound,
The Selecter,
Main Source,
Gang of Four,
The Grass Roots,
Godley & Creme,
The Fall,
Audionom,
Ronan,
Sun Ra,
Black Sheep,
Circle Jerks,
Whodini,
Quantec,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Durutti Column,
Ludus,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.