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 Guatemala and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
The Associates,
Prince Buster,
Scan 7,
Soulsonic Force,
Aswad,
Ralphi Rosario,
Liliput,
the Bar-Kays,
Matthew Bourne,
Massinfluence,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Agent Orange,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Howard Jones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barbara Tucker,
Simply Red,
Amon Düül II,
Camberwell Now,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Maurizio,
Scrapy,
Bobby Byrd,
Fatback Band,
John Coltrane,
The Blackbyrds,
The United States of America,
Bill Near,
Aural Exciters,
a-ha,
Donald Byrd,
Glenn Branca,
Charles Mingus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arcadia,
The Black Dice,
Lungfish,
Mr. Review,
Mark Hollis,
The Victims,
Gichy Dan,
Kurtis Blow,
Roxette,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lightning Bolt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Todd Rundgren,
Brothers Johnson,
Model 500,
Stereo Dub,
Soft Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Durutti Column,
Swans,
Peter & Gordon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun Ra,
Jacob Miller,
Parry Music,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.