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 Solomon Islands and from Toronto.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Wake to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Dead Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Harmonia,
Spoonie Gee,
Deepchord,
Cal Tjader,
The J.B.'s,
Nas,
Ludus,
Gang Gang Dance,
EPMD,
Erasure,
The Litter,
Circle Jerks,
Maurizio,
Robert Görl,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Dennis Brown,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amon Düül II,
David Bowie,
Soulsonic Force,
These Immortal Souls,
Oneida,
Ten City,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rod Modell,
Minny Pops,
Wire,
Sonic Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Iggy Pop,
the Human League,
Joe Finger,
Eurythmics,
Cheater Slicks,
Tubeway Army,
Toni Rubio,
Blancmange,
Rapeman,
Scan 7,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Al Stewart,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Frankie Knuckles,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soft Cell,
K-Klass,
Drexciya,
Alison Limerick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Sheep,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Man Parrish,
kango's stein massive,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.