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 Papua New Guinea and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pagans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
The J.B.'s,
X-Ray Spex,
The Last Poets,
Massinfluence,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Excepter,
The Fortunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kas Product,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amazonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Los Fastidios,
Eric Copeland,
Livin' Joy,
Faraquet,
Popol Vuh,
The Real Kids,
The Golliwogs,
Icehouse,
Arthur Verocai,
Nirvana,
Flash Fearless,
The Young Rascals,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Foxx,
Hardrive,
New Order,
Pantytec,
Q and Not U,
Minnie Riperton,
Johnny Osbourne,
Intrusion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tom Boy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Television Personalities,
The Gun Club,
Mr. Review,
Sällskapet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jacob Miller,
The Neon Judgement,
kango's stein massive,
Organ,
Basic Channel,
Maurizio,
the Association,
Bobby Byrd,
The Red Krayola,
EPMD,
Yazoo,
Scrapy,
Rufus Thomas,
Ken Boothe,
Laurel Aitken,
Absolute Body Control,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
K-Klass,
Second Layer,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.