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 Israel and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Sound Behaviour to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Colin Newman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Skaos,
DNA,
Ice-T,
David McCallum,
Sister Nancy,
Japan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vladislav Delay,
In Retrospect,
The Sound,
The Leaves,
Quantec,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Royal Trux,
The Names,
Banda Bassotti,
Scratch Acid,
MC5,
Qualms,
New York Dolls,
DJ Style,
Sight & Sound,
JFA,
Reuben Wilson,
Ronnie Foster,
New Order,
The Last Poets,
Prince Buster,
Inner City,
the Sonics,
Fela Kuti,
Oblivians,
Ronan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flash Fearless,
Los Fastidios,
Yazoo,
Can,
Black Bananas,
Nirvana,
The Golliwogs,
This Heat,
The Saints,
Country Teasers,
Freddie Wadling,
Fear,
The Wake,
Donny Hathaway,
Howard Jones,
Ornette Coleman,
Anthony Braxton,
Rites of Spring,
Flamin' Groovies,
Khruangbin,
Youth Brigade,
Tom Boy,
Rekid,
Cymande,
The Count Five,
Sex Pistols,
Isaac Hayes,
Siglo XX,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.