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 Angola and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Sister Nancy to the electroclash 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
The Birthday Party,
The Gladiators,
Nas,
Althea and Donna,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Piero Umiliani,
Zero Boys,
Jacob Miller,
D'Angelo,
Trumans Water,
Warsaw,
Rotary Connection,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Metal Thangz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fat Boys,
Don Cherry,
The Offenders,
Malaria!,
The Evens,
The Last Poets,
FM Einheit,
Black Sheep,
Nirvana,
Silicon Teens,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bob Dylan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joyce Sims,
The Velvet Underground,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
kango's stein massive,
MC5,
The Motions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mad Mike,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sarah Menescal,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Association,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeff Mills,
Underground Resistance,
Monks,
Fluxion,
The Knickerbockers,
The Slackers,
Severed Heads,
Second Layer,
Audionom,
David Axelrod,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scan 7,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Foxx,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun City Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.