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 Somalia and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 Terry Callier 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Divine Comedy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Silicon Teens,
Blake Baxter,
Byron Stingily,
CMW,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cal Tjader,
Liliput,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeff Lynne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dual Sessions,
The Electric Prunes,
Sight & Sound,
Au Pairs,
Cheater Slicks,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gap Band,
Duran Duran,
Kurtis Blow,
Make Up,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lungfish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stetsasonic,
Skarface,
Kerri Chandler,
Warren Ellis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fall,
Television,
The Slits,
Kaleidoscope,
David McCallum,
The Cramps,
Bobby Sherman,
The Zeros,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scratch Acid,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Black Dice,
The Doors,
Tubeway Army,
Circle Jerks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Human League,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Grass Roots,
Marcia Griffiths,
Faraquet,
Easy Going,
Moss Icon,
K-Klass,
The Residents,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.