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 Sierra Leone and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Stiv Bators to the grime 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
The Count Five,
Goldenarms,
Gang Starr,
Barry Ungar,
Black Sheep,
Zero Boys,
Pagans,
Joey Negro,
Terry Callier,
48th St. Collective,
Jesper Dahlback,
R.M.O.,
Matthew Halsall,
the Bar-Kays,
The Residents,
Stetsasonic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Human League,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
CMW,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Agitation Free,
The Motions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
David Bowie,
Icehouse,
The Red Krayola,
The Sonics,
Morten Harket,
Radiohead,
Joy Division,
Q and Not U,
Television,
Groovy Waters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Green,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-102,
Ultravox,
Unwound,
Severed Heads,
The Star Department,
Carl Craig,
Steve Hackett,
Stereo Dub,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oblivians,
The Seeds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Doors,
The Real Kids,
The Martian,
The Electric Prunes,
Qualms,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.