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 Burundi and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Adolescents to the disco 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Kool Moe Dee,
A Certain Ratio,
Don Cherry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rosa Yemen,
Public Image Ltd.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Sherman,
New Order,
Robert Görl,
Stockholm Monsters,
Can,
Josef K,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yellowson,
The Vogues,
Black Moon,
OOIOO,
The Dirtbombs,
Eve St. Jones,
Alton Ellis,
the Soft Cell,
Deepchord,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chris & Cosey,
Average White Band,
Simply Red,
This Heat,
Bang On A Can,
Brick,
Khruangbin,
Sugar Minott,
Camouflage,
Joyce Sims,
Niagra,
Reagan Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Johnny Clarke,
Amon Düül,
K-Klass,
Mo-Dettes,
John Lydon,
the Slits,
Swans,
Heaven 17,
Delta 5,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Excepter,
Magma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Los Fastidios,
Henry Cow,
Jeff Mills,
U.S. Maple,
Stiv Bators,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultravox,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.