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 Botswana 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Offenders to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Spandau Ballet,
The Invisible,
Minny Pops,
Piero Umiliani,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Kinks,
Yazoo,
Smog,
Janne Schatter,
Marc Almond,
Sixth Finger,
F. McDonald,
Siglo XX,
Guru Guru,
Camouflage,
Barclay James Harvest,
Section 25,
Lucky Dragons,
Pierre Henry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fela Kuti,
The Techniques,
Franke,
Sonic Youth,
Chrome,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sugar Minott,
The Selecter,
The Barracudas,
Nirvana,
Kool Moe Dee,
Slick Rick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Warren Ellis,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Raincoats,
Stiv Bators,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fluxion,
Juan Atkins,
The Electric Prunes,
Ice-T,
DJ Style,
Talk Talk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soul II Soul,
Don Cherry,
Morten Harket,
H. Thieme,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Can,
Lou Christie,
Pulsallama,
The Seeds,
Urselle,
The Sound,
Accadde A,
Colin Newman,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.