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 Sierra Leone 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Sällskapet to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
LL Cool J,
The Motions,
Cheater Slicks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Buzzcocks,
Wasted Youth,
Bush Tetras,
Basic Channel,
PIL,
Metal Thangz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Reuben Wilson,
John Lydon,
Swans,
The Human League,
New Age Steppers,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Leaves,
Slave,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Johnny Osbourne,
Panda Bear,
The Electric Prunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Searchers,
Siglo XX,
Black Moon,
Flamin' Groovies,
David McCallum,
Wire,
Darondo,
Q and Not U,
DNA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Davy DMX,
Carl Craig,
the Germs,
Fear,
Avey Tare,
Sparks,
EPMD,
FM Einheit,
Little Man,
Grauzone,
Fatback Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tim Buckley,
Traffic Nightmare,
In Retrospect,
Lucky Dragons,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Loose Ends,
Desert Stars,
Rakim,
Delta 5,
Gang Starr,
Popol Vuh,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.