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 Djibouti and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Taipei and Glasgow.
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 David Bowie 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 Bad Manners to the rap 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Model 500,
The Martian,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nas,
Sonic Youth,
Ultra Naté,
The Seeds,
The Barracudas,
Accadde A,
Nils Olav,
Jeru the Damaja,
Iggy Pop,
Dark Day,
Infiniti,
Derrick Morgan,
JFA,
In Retrospect,
Loose Ends,
Eric B and Rakim,
Q65,
Stetsasonic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brick,
Howard Jones,
Saccharine Trust,
Pulsallama,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thee Headcoats,
Ludus,
Suicide,
Hardrive,
Country Teasers,
Aaron Thompson,
Swell Maps,
Los Fastidios,
Joy Division,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Qualms,
Toni Rubio,
Nik Kershaw,
David Axelrod,
New Order,
Ossler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radiohead,
Suburban Knight,
Black Pus,
World's Most,
Marcia Griffiths,
FM Einheit,
Blossom Toes,
Wire,
Adolescents,
Sister Nancy,
Danielle Patucci,
Agitation Free,
Pantytec,
The Vogues,
The Saints,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.