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 Malawi and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
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 clarinet 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 Idris Muhammad to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Schoolly D,
The Star Department,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radio Birdman,
Altered Images,
Talk Talk,
Joey Negro,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
EPMD,
Surgeon,
Interpol,
Jawbox,
Sugar Minott,
One Last Wish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kayak,
Drexciya,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gichy Dan,
Index,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DJ Style,
Joyce Sims,
The Pretty Things,
Chrome,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Last Poets,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skriet,
The Slackers,
Peter and Kerry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joe Finger,
Sandy B,
Whodini,
Sam Rivers,
Dave Gahan,
Slave,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
JFA,
Severed Heads,
the Germs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Reuben Wilson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Negative Approach,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fuzztones,
The Barracudas,
The Index,
Tommy Roe,
Tomorrow,
10cc,
The Move,
Bizarre Inc.,
Graham Central Station,
John Cale,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.