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 Moldova and from Toronto.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Unrelated Segments to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
John Coltrane,
Funky Four + One,
The Five Americans,
Suicide,
Eric Copeland,
Sun City Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Darondo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed,
Jacques Brel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deepchord,
Albert Ayler,
DJ Sneak,
Inner City,
Ronan,
Interpol,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Martian,
Joey Negro,
Monks,
The Moleskins,
The Vogues,
Con Funk Shun,
Harry Pussy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kurtis Blow,
Second Layer,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fugs,
Soft Cell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stiv Bators,
The Dead C,
Grey Daturas,
Moebius,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fuzztones,
Patti Smith,
Joy Division,
Matthew Bourne,
DJ Style,
Loose Ends,
Frankie Knuckles,
Reagan Youth,
Public Enemy,
Michelle Simonal,
The Techniques,
LL Cool J,
Barbara Tucker,
Moss Icon,
Jacob Miller,
the Fania All-Stars,
Essential Logic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Letta Mbulu,
Minutemen,
The Gories,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.