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 Barbados and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Blancmange to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
The Count Five,
Audionom,
D'Angelo,
Josef K,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kenny Larkin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Happenings,
Thee Headcoats,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Echospace,
The Raincoats,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Q and Not U,
Heaven 17,
Alice Coltrane,
Metal Thangz,
The Moody Blues,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Womack,
The Music Machine,
Hardrive,
Rufus Thomas,
X-102,
Depeche Mode,
Excepter,
Whodini,
Bill Near,
Sarah Menescal,
Junior Murvin,
Brand Nubian,
Dead Boys,
PIL,
Harpers Bizarre,
Reuben Wilson,
Franke,
Glenn Branca,
Radiohead,
Boredoms,
The Monks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mantronix,
Marvin Gaye,
Rekid,
Archie Shepp,
The Black Dice,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Tremeloes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Pus,
The Seeds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cramps,
The Last Poets,
Shuggie Otis,
The Stooges,
Organ,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.