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 Djibouti and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Hashim 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amon Düül II,
The Smiths,
Basic Channel,
Morten Harket,
Quando Quango,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joe Finger,
Q and Not U,
Animal Collective,
Stiv Bators,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Starr,
Grauzone,
Pantytec,
Soft Machine,
the Normal,
Yaz,
Camouflage,
Barry Ungar,
Radiohead,
Ponytail,
Stereo Dub,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hoover,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Josef K,
Silicon Teens,
Electric Prunes,
X-101,
Erasure,
Robert Wyatt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gladiators,
Jacques Brel,
Massinfluence,
Lalann,
Gang of Four,
Slick Rick,
Con Funk Shun,
Khruangbin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moby Grape,
Warsaw,
Soulsonic Force,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Prince Buster,
Lucky Dragons,
Metal Thangz,
Jeff Mills,
The Move,
kango's stein massive,
Quadrant,
Iggy Pop,
Maurizio,
The Fall,
The Barracudas,
The Cowsills,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.