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 Poland 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Tropical Tobacco to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Radiohead,
The Dead C,
Cymande,
The Five Americans,
Surgeon,
Fugazi,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Starr,
June Days,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bush Tetras,
The Zeros,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barbara Tucker,
Morten Harket,
the Slits,
Newcleus,
Henry Cow,
Accadde A,
Technova,
Sonic Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Soulsonic Force,
Charles Mingus,
KRS-One,
Rakim,
Mr. Review,
Rekid,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Derrick May,
Pantytec,
Public Image Ltd.,
Main Source,
Niagra,
The Gap Band,
The Fire Engines,
Tears for Fears,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Television Personalities,
Bronski Beat,
the Germs,
Yazoo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang of Four,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
U.S. Maple,
Rod Modell,
Tommy Roe,
Aloha Tigers,
Fluxion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fela Kuti,
Ituana,
ABBA,
The Stooges,
Soft Cell,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.