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 Burkina and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cheater Slicks,
Depeche Mode,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bad Manners,
Mantronix,
Funky Four + One,
The Monks,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Accadde A,
The Moody Blues,
The Gap Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pussy Galore,
The Wake,
the Slits,
Todd Terry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Altered Images,
Sugar Minott,
The Human League,
Sixth Finger,
Metal Thangz,
Ronan,
Amon Düül II,
The Gories,
Massinfluence,
Ludus,
Sonic Youth,
UT,
Young Marble Giants,
Jawbox,
The Black Dice,
Radiohead,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Q and Not U,
Country Teasers,
The Star Department,
Colin Newman,
Junior Murvin,
Joy Division,
Ultra Naté,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thompson Twins,
Ponytail,
The Sound,
The Sonics,
Ossler,
Kurtis Blow,
The Slits,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Heaven 17,
Kenny Larkin,
Livin' Joy,
Bill Wells,
Lightning Bolt,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.