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 Nepal and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kerrie Biddell to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Donald Byrd,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Warsaw,
Tres Demented,
Joe Smooth,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Litter,
Cluster,
The Cramps,
Gang Green,
Bill Near,
John Holt,
Toni Rubio,
DNA,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Slackers,
Sister Nancy,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fall,
The Martian,
KRS-One,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lucky Dragons,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pierre Henry,
Oneida,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Idris Muhammad,
U.S. Maple,
Black Bananas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alton Ellis,
Jacob Miller,
Duran Duran,
Icehouse,
The Associates,
Television Personalities,
Con Funk Shun,
Albert Ayler,
Todd Terry,
LL Cool J,
Ponytail,
The Monochrome Set,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Half Japanese,
Andrew Hill,
Harry Pussy,
Angry Samoans,
Swell Maps,
K-Klass,
Sällskapet,
Black Moon,
Tom Boy,
E-Dancer,
Lalann,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeff Mills,
Jesper Dahlback,
These Immortal Souls,
David Axelrod,
Derrick May,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.