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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Glenn Branca to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Donny Hathaway,
Goldenarms,
Los Fastidios,
Severed Heads,
Mr. Review,
Neil Young,
One Last Wish,
Warsaw,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ronnie Foster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Janne Schatter,
Altered Images,
Aloha Tigers,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Hood,
Robert Wyatt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mandrill,
Thee Headcoats,
DJ Style,
Crime,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blossom Toes,
The Monks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Susan Cadogan,
Bush Tetras,
Barbara Tucker,
Duran Duran,
Glambeats Corp.,
Slave,
Soul II Soul,
Mark Hollis,
Black Flag,
Liliput,
Tres Demented,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric Copeland,
Y Pants,
June of 44,
The Mighty Diamonds,
June Days,
Quadrant,
Pussy Galore,
Thompson Twins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Coltrane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Excepter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Roxy Music,
The Count Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
La Düsseldorf,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.