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 Montenegro and from Stockholm.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Bobby Byrd,
Jacques Brel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mojo Men,
The Skatalites,
Don Cherry,
Intrusion,
Flipper,
the Human League,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
MC5,
Soul Sonic Force,
The United States of America,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
Essential Logic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Toni Rubio,
Minutemen,
Mo-Dettes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Todd Terry,
The Offenders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Banda Bassotti,
Brand Nubian,
Lucky Dragons,
Pagans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sixth Finger,
The Associates,
Aloha Tigers,
Camberwell Now,
The Human League,
Reuben Wilson,
Soulsonic Force,
Schoolly D,
Drive Like Jehu,
Make Up,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Index,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stereo Dub,
Ronan,
OOIOO,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Goldenarms,
The Durutti Column,
The Divine Comedy,
Fluxion,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-102,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.