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 Ecuador and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
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 güiro 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 Sexual Harrassment to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
ABC,
Lou Christie,
the Slits,
Darondo,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang of Four,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Metal Thangz,
Roy Ayers,
Susan Cadogan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hardrive,
Lalo Schifrin,
Desert Stars,
The Human League,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sällskapet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joe Finger,
Radio Birdman,
The Last Poets,
the Human League,
Traffic Nightmare,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pierre Henry,
The Remains,
World's Most,
Jacob Miller,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Wyatt,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultra Naté,
Hashim,
Dennis Brown,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Albert Ayler,
Derrick May,
Cameo,
EPMD,
Todd Terry,
Fluxion,
Fat Boys,
Schoolly D,
John Holt,
Duran Duran,
The American Breed,
Soft Cell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Shoche,
Nation of Ulysses,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Silicon Teens,
Subhumans,
Camberwell Now,
FM Einheit,
Johnny Clarke,
The Wake,
Banda Bassotti,
Graham Central Station,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.