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 India and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Quando Quango,
Bob Dylan,
New Order,
Tres Demented,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scott Walker,
Janne Schatter,
In Retrospect,
Aural Exciters,
Matthew Halsall,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pagans,
The Tremeloes,
Negative Approach,
Stetsasonic,
Scan 7,
Bang On A Can,
a-ha,
Severed Heads,
Eve St. Jones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Starr,
Wally Richardson,
Pole,
Aaron Thompson,
The Martian,
Derrick Morgan,
Los Fastidios,
Sixth Finger,
Henry Cow,
KRS-One,
Lalann,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hashim,
The Remains,
Au Pairs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Coltrane,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rosa Yemen,
Depeche Mode,
The Smoke,
Bootsy Collins,
Max Romeo,
Joy Division,
Andrew Hill,
Livin' Joy,
Susan Cadogan,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Black Dice,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cure,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
48th St. Collective,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.