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 Guinea 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 the Soft Cell to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Archie Shepp,
Country Teasers,
The Count Five,
Moebius,
Lou Reed,
The Grass Roots,
Dave Gahan,
New York Dolls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amazonics,
Fad Gadget,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Y Pants,
Fela Kuti,
Dark Day,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Pantaleimon,
Wally Richardson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Coltrane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sugar Minott,
Marcia Griffiths,
Spandau Ballet,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Juan Atkins,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cowsills,
Dawn Penn,
T.S.O.L.,
The Evens,
Oneida,
Depeche Mode,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kas Product,
Brand Nubian,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blake Baxter,
Crash Course in Science,
Accadde A,
Black Flag,
Bobby Womack,
Black Bananas,
The Wake,
Metal Thangz,
Groovy Waters,
Eric Copeland,
The Durutti Column,
John Foxx,
Stiv Bators,
L. Decosne,
Ten City,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cecil Taylor,
X-Ray Spex,
D'Angelo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.