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 Kuwait and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Ituana to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
The Real Kids,
The Last Poets,
Grauzone,
Ohio Players,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barclay James Harvest,
Duran Duran,
Andrew Hill,
Ultimate Spinach,
Junior Murvin,
The Stooges,
Girls At Our Best!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nick Fraelich,
Cluster,
Avey Tare,
Blancmange,
Marc Almond,
Urselle,
Yusef Lateef,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DNA,
Rod Modell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joe Smooth,
New York Dolls,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Green,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gladiators,
Fugazi,
Unwound,
Patti Smith,
The Fire Engines,
Shuggie Otis,
The New Christs,
Yazoo,
The Gap Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Whodini,
Con Funk Shun,
the Germs,
Mission of Burma,
Glenn Branca,
Dawn Penn,
Bad Manners,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Associates,
LL Cool J,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lungfish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jerry's Kids,
The Slackers,
Eric Dolphy,
Erasure,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.