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 Croatia and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Isaac Hayes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
The Fugs,
The Fire Engines,
Peter and Kerry,
Minny Pops,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Last Poets,
The Birthday Party,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Subhumans,
Trumans Water,
Rotary Connection,
Barbara Tucker,
Scientists,
X-102,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Supertramp,
Slick Rick,
Unrelated Segments,
MDC,
Glenn Branca,
James White and The Blacks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Wyatt,
Soft Cell,
Accadde A,
Stetsasonic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Niagra,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Lydon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Unwound,
Mad Mike,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Khruangbin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lower 48,
Tubeway Army,
Hoover,
Graham Central Station,
Q and Not U,
Archie Shepp,
The Skatalites,
The Zeros,
Buzzcocks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Real Kids,
Zapp,
June of 44,
The Sonics,
Marmalade,
AZ,
Pulsallama,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stereo Dub,
The Gladiators,
Bang On A Can,
Massinfluence,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.