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 Mozambique and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hasil Adkins to the funk 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Matthew Halsall,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
48th St. Collective,
Mantronix,
T.S.O.L.,
The Motions,
Bobby Byrd,
Absolute Body Control,
LL Cool J,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Theoretical Girls,
Soft Machine,
Guru Guru,
The Happenings,
The Associates,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deadbeat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Adolescents,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aswad,
Wasted Youth,
New York Dolls,
Ossler,
Funky Four + One,
Amazonics,
Livin' Joy,
Camberwell Now,
Minutemen,
CMW,
Groovy Waters,
The Beau Brummels,
Boz Scaggs,
James White and The Blacks,
Mo-Dettes,
kango's stein massive,
The Pretty Things,
R.M.O.,
Donny Hathaway,
Pet Shop Boys,
Icehouse,
June Days,
Kerri Chandler,
John Cale,
Half Japanese,
Scientists,
The Mojo Men,
the Germs,
Faust,
Flamin' Groovies,
Das Ding,
Maleditus Sound,
Porter Ricks,
The American Breed,
Arthur Verocai,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
ABBA,
Eli Mardock,
Schoolly D,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.