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 Greece and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Royal Trux to the crunk 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Intrusion,
The Sound,
Minny Pops,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Buckinghams,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Smog,
The Moleskins,
Barbara Tucker,
The Monochrome Set,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Real Kids,
MDC,
Skaos,
Parry Music,
Black Sheep,
Quadrant,
Black Bananas,
Grauzone,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter and Kerry,
Electric Prunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lungfish,
Los Fastidios,
Inner City,
Deepchord,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eddi Front,
The Walker Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
Monolake,
Faraquet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Patti Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
Kaleidoscope,
Brand Nubian,
Donald Byrd,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jesper Dahlback,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Young Rascals,
Josef K,
Stiv Bators,
Dual Sessions,
Reagan Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Zapp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joensuu 1685,
The Star Department,
Sound Behaviour,
Cameo,
Gang Starr,
Mad Mike,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.