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 Bahrain and from Columbus.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Basic Channel to the rock 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Davy DMX,
Boogie Down Productions,
DNA,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Holt,
John Lydon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brass Construction,
EPMD,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Newcleus,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marine Girls,
Nico,
The Golliwogs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Siglo XX,
Silicon Teens,
Sex Pistols,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pulsallama,
Qualms,
Deepchord,
The Dirtbombs,
The Moleskins,
Pylon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fugazi,
Ten City,
Bill Near,
Echospace,
Gabor Szabo,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare,
Loose Ends,
The Blues Magoos,
Niagra,
The United States of America,
Alton Ellis,
Thompson Twins,
Marvin Gaye,
The Names,
Soulsonic Force,
Fela Kuti,
Donald Byrd,
Frankie Knuckles,
Television,
Tim Buckley,
The Offenders,
Gong,
Todd Terry,
Swell Maps,
Harpers Bizarre,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
World's Most,
Fear,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.