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 Greece and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Michael McDonald 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 Gang Starr to the rock 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Fatback Band,
Schoolly D,
Cybotron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Masters at Work,
Average White Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aaron Thompson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
In Retrospect,
Young Marble Giants,
The Index,
Kenny Larkin,
D'Angelo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
One Last Wish,
Model 500,
Matthew Halsall,
Joy Division,
ABC,
CMW,
JFA,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Modern Lovers,
Pylon,
Roxette,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Duran Duran,
Aswad,
The Durutti Column,
Spandau Ballet,
Moby Grape,
Unrelated Segments,
Cheater Slicks,
Arcadia,
The American Breed,
Crooked Eye,
Gang of Four,
Colin Newman,
John Foxx,
The Selecter,
Faust,
Saccharine Trust,
Cymande,
Pagans,
Vainqueur,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Visage,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Barracudas,
Blossom Toes,
Sällskapet,
Pussy Galore,
Chrome,
Maleditus Sound,
Pole,
Metal Thangz,
Niagra,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.