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 Latvia and from Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 KRS-One to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fluxion,
Black Bananas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Starr,
Mandrill,
Quando Quango,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nico,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Doors,
Kurtis Blow,
Audionom,
FM Einheit,
Hoover,
Country Teasers,
Skarface,
Hot Snakes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sonic Youth,
Fatback Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Banda Bassotti,
The Index,
The Standells,
The Searchers,
The Slits,
Duran Duran,
Nick Fraelich,
Guru Guru,
Dead Boys,
The Gladiators,
Henry Cow,
Chrome,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Derrick Morgan,
JFA,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ralphi Rosario,
Piero Umiliani,
Lower 48,
Mr. Review,
Rotary Connection,
Swell Maps,
Animal Collective,
The Smoke,
Faust,
Outsiders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Buckinghams,
Iggy Pop,
The Saints,
Kerri Chandler,
Godley & Creme,
EPMD,
Stockholm Monsters,
Connie Case,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Görl,
Sex Pistols,
The Electric Prunes,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.