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 Nicaragua and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Grandmaster Flash to the techno 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mantronix,
Suburban Knight,
Rites of Spring,
Camouflage,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fugazi,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arab on Radar,
The Mummies,
Schoolly D,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flash Fearless,
Porter Ricks,
MC5,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Shadows of Knight,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Moon,
Byron Stingily,
H. Thieme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Spandau Ballet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Erykah Badu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Smiths,
T. Rex,
World's Most,
OOIOO,
John Cale,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Suicide,
Rekid,
Barbara Tucker,
The Searchers,
Sonny Sharrock,
kango's stein massive,
the Association,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Buckinghams,
The Pop Group,
Blake Baxter,
Can,
The Saints,
Unwound,
Faust,
Half Japanese,
The Neon Judgement,
Banda Bassotti,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kerri Chandler,
Barrington Levy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Five Americans,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.