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 Andorra and from Johannesburg.
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 Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Robert Palmer 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 Drive Like Jehu to the grime 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Unwound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wally Richardson,
James White and The Blacks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
MC5,
Blancmange,
Slave,
Suicide,
The Wake,
Junior Murvin,
Alison Limerick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pylon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Young Rascals,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New Order,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Buzzcocks,
Mars,
Skriet,
Swell Maps,
Gang Green,
Eric Dolphy,
Toni Rubio,
In Retrospect,
F. McDonald,
John Holt,
Morten Harket,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oneida,
UT,
Rosa Yemen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Country Teasers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cluster,
Monolake,
Altered Images,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hashim,
Arab on Radar,
The Real Kids,
Zero Boys,
Janne Schatter,
The Kinks,
Scientists,
Animal Collective,
Cybotron,
Siglo XX,
John Coltrane,
The Star Department,
Davy DMX,
Section 25,
A Certain Ratio,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.