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 Iraq and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Hardrive to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Fear,
The Cramps,
Pulsallama,
Dennis Brown,
The New Christs,
Blake Baxter,
John Foxx,
Robert Görl,
Peter and Kerry,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fire Engines,
The Techniques,
Albert Ayler,
Nils Olav,
Swans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Junior Murvin,
Kas Product,
Second Layer,
The Durutti Column,
Don Cherry,
Eric Dolphy,
Ohio Players,
Scott Walker,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Infiniti,
Babytalk,
Soft Cell,
Chris & Cosey,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mr. Review,
The Motions,
The Modern Lovers,
cv313,
Q and Not U,
Heaven 17,
Loose Ends,
Piero Umiliani,
Japan,
Sixth Finger,
Marc Almond,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Saccharine Trust,
Suicide,
Leonard Cohen,
The Associates,
Mantronix,
Black Sheep,
Kevin Saunderson,
World's Most,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Desert Stars,
Royal Trux,
Crime,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thompson Twins,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.