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 Uganda and from London.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 David Bowie 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Angry Samoans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moby Grape,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Anthony Braxton,
Pulsallama,
Kerri Chandler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Names,
Tom Boy,
Dennis Brown,
The Divine Comedy,
Skaos,
Radio Birdman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joey Negro,
Animal Collective,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Derrick May,
Davy DMX,
The Litter,
Mad Mike,
Lyres,
Andrew Hill,
Janne Schatter,
The Dirtbombs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lakeside,
Brothers Johnson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marine Girls,
Jawbox,
The Neon Judgement,
Thompson Twins,
The Five Americans,
Wolf Eyes,
Delon & Dalcan,
La Düsseldorf,
Lower 48,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Slits,
48th St. Collective,
Johnny Clarke,
Babytalk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Q and Not U,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Monks,
cv313,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fad Gadget,
The Mojo Men,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Misunderstood,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.