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 Gabon and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Avey Tare to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Five Americans,
Funkadelic,
The Vogues,
Maleditus Sound,
The American Breed,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grauzone,
Adolescents,
Mo-Dettes,
Anakelly,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bad Manners,
Aloha Tigers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Harmonia,
The Real Kids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nation of Ulysses,
The New Christs,
Wings,
D'Angelo,
Aaron Thompson,
New Order,
Max Romeo,
John Lydon,
Aural Exciters,
Juan Atkins,
Lakeside,
UT,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minor Threat,
H. Thieme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Echospace,
the Normal,
Rekid,
Jeff Mills,
Panda Bear,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Roy Ayers,
The Blues Magoos,
Funky Four + One,
Danielle Patucci,
Rakim,
Josef K,
Vainqueur,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rapeman,
The Trojans,
Johnny Clarke,
The Red Krayola,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oblivians,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marc Almond,
Marine Girls,
Goldenarms,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.