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 St Lucia and from Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Scan 7 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Quadrant,
10cc,
Avey Tare,
Wasted Youth,
Section 25,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Qualms,
Make Up,
Yusef Lateef,
Intrusion,
Sister Nancy,
The Gap Band,
Derrick Morgan,
The Count Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ronnie Foster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aural Exciters,
The Pretty Things,
The Fortunes,
Agent Orange,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Parry Music,
the Association,
Pantytec,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Donny Hathaway,
The Monochrome Set,
Franke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Trojans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
R.M.O.,
Freddie Wadling,
Marcia Griffiths,
Unwound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
ABC,
Joe Smooth,
Joy Division,
Country Teasers,
Radio Birdman,
This Heat,
The Martian,
Steve Hackett,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Sherman,
Los Fastidios,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Public Enemy,
Davy DMX,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hardrive,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-101,
Metal Thangz,
Wings,
Nils Olav,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.