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 Iceland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Laurel Aitken to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Duran Duran,
Japan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fortunes,
The Birthday Party,
La Düsseldorf,
Janne Schatter,
The Selecter,
Wally Richardson,
John Cale,
Deepchord,
Nas,
Scientists,
Avey Tare,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David McCallum,
Unwound,
KRS-One,
Marshall Jefferson,
Malaria!,
Bush Tetras,
Tom Boy,
cv313,
Nick Fraelich,
the Fania All-Stars,
T. Rex,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Au Pairs,
E-Dancer,
The New Christs,
Ronan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Electric Prunes,
The Velvet Underground,
A Flock of Seagulls,
MDC,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Parry Music,
Von Mondo,
David Bowie,
Spandau Ballet,
Television Personalities,
F. McDonald,
New York Dolls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Con Funk Shun,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fugs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ossler,
Tears for Fears,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dead Boys,
Delta 5,
Barrington Levy,
John Coltrane,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.