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 Mongolia and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Move,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Popol Vuh,
The Moody Blues,
AZ,
The Cramps,
Echospace,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Motions,
The Tremeloes,
Mo-Dettes,
Joe Smooth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Whodini,
The Divine Comedy,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fall,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brick,
Donald Byrd,
Sixth Finger,
Black Pus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Buzzcocks,
The Zeros,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hashim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kerri Chandler,
Boogie Down Productions,
Siglo XX,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott Heron,
Loose Ends,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cluster,
Soft Cell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Spoonie Gee,
John Coltrane,
Pierre Henry,
Groovy Waters,
Section 25,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
MDC,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dirtbombs,
Al Stewart,
Marine Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
La Düsseldorf,
Vainqueur,
Sam Rivers,
The Fuzztones,
Crooked Eye,
Amon Düül,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.