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 Iraq and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 Don Cherry to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pierre Henry,
Motorama,
Rosa Yemen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Altered Images,
Mark Hollis,
the Swans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-Ray Spex,
David Bowie,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skarface,
Eden Ahbez,
Khruangbin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mars,
Graham Central Station,
Susan Cadogan,
The Five Americans,
Gong,
Intrusion,
Camouflage,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sällskapet,
Pantytec,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Unrelated Segments,
This Heat,
Rod Modell,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soft Machine,
Sex Pistols,
Sexual Harrassment,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kerrie Biddell,
Con Funk Shun,
the Human League,
Ice-T,
Fear,
Eurythmics,
Sister Nancy,
Mandrill,
The Associates,
Alphaville,
H. Thieme,
The Moody Blues,
Cal Tjader,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Real Kids,
Blossom Toes,
EPMD,
Black Bananas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultravox,
Faust,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.