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 Jordan and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Gil Scott Heron to the electroclash 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Scrapy,
Wasted Youth,
Alphaville,
The Walker Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soulsonic Force,
The Martian,
Minor Threat,
Sight & Sound,
The Count Five,
June of 44,
Mandrill,
T. Rex,
Maleditus Sound,
Janne Schatter,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Byrd,
Rod Modell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Urselle,
Dark Day,
Kas Product,
Groovy Waters,
Yellowson,
Joensuu 1685,
D'Angelo,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Saints,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Moon,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Starr,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pagans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Iggy Pop,
Deakin,
The Real Kids,
Swell Maps,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Glenn Branca,
The Raincoats,
John Foxx,
Throbbing Gristle,
Unwound,
cv313,
The Pretty Things,
The Modern Lovers,
Aloha Tigers,
The Leaves,
Eden Ahbez,
Chris Corsano,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Wake,
Radiohead,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.