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 Bolivia and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the techno 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Wire,
Roger Hodgson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nick Fraelich,
Los Fastidios,
Al Stewart,
Oblivians,
The Gories,
Donny Hathaway,
Television,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pole,
Second Layer,
Lalann,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Trojans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Glambeats Corp.,
The New Christs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Smoke,
The Last Poets,
Soft Cell,
Aswad,
Icehouse,
Vainqueur,
Funkadelic,
The Durutti Column,
Q and Not U,
Dead Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Hoover,
DNA,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Womack,
John Cale,
Prince Buster,
David Axelrod,
Morten Harket,
Simply Red,
Shoche,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cowsills,
Chris & Cosey,
Talk Talk,
The J.B.'s,
Soulsonic Force,
The Standells,
Leonard Cohen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cheater Slicks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Slits,
Moss Icon,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Christie,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.