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 Morocco and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
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 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 Pole to the punk 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter and Kerry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lungfish,
One Last Wish,
Grandmaster Flash,
China Crisis,
Reagan Youth,
Archie Shepp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barry Ungar,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Index,
Gang of Four,
Severed Heads,
Massinfluence,
a-ha,
Blancmange,
Scan 7,
The Divine Comedy,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fortunes,
The Toasters,
Black Bananas,
Fear,
Y Pants,
Wally Richardson,
Eric Copeland,
The Dirtbombs,
The Slackers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pierre Henry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Howard Jones,
John Lydon,
Youth Brigade,
Oneida,
Isaac Hayes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Leaves,
Soul Sonic Force,
Banda Bassotti,
The Durutti Column,
The Busters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dual Sessions,
Iggy Pop,
Janne Schatter,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed,
The Real Kids,
Zapp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Green,
Camberwell Now,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.