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 Tanzania and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Fugazi to the grunge 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Pere Ubu,
Livin' Joy,
The Vogues,
Marvin Gaye,
The Birthday Party,
Althea and Donna,
Donald Byrd,
Boz Scaggs,
Prince Buster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Womack,
The Invisible,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gladiators,
Scratch Acid,
Pole,
Grey Daturas,
Rapeman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wings,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Pus,
The Wake,
The Last Poets,
Isaac Hayes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Malaria!,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Hood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Monochrome Set,
The Smoke,
Juan Atkins,
Warsaw,
cv313,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New Order,
The Five Americans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fear,
Simply Red,
Kayak,
The Cramps,
Ornette Coleman,
Morten Harket,
Harry Pussy,
Massinfluence,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fire Engines,
Bootsy Collins,
Tom Boy,
Ronan,
Q65,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gichy Dan,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.