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 Cyprus and from New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 R.M.O. to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Godley & Creme,
Moss Icon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lungfish,
Bobby Womack,
A Certain Ratio,
Bauhaus,
Delta 5,
Joensuu 1685,
Monolake,
Thee Headcoats,
Swell Maps,
The Neon Judgement,
The Slackers,
Don Cherry,
Yazoo,
Soul II Soul,
Stiv Bators,
Iggy Pop,
The Dave Clark Five,
Los Fastidios,
Barrington Levy,
Vladislav Delay,
The Trojans,
Malaria!,
The Mojo Men,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rakim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Modern Lovers,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New Age Steppers,
The Slits,
The Count Five,
Rosa Yemen,
Lindisfarne,
One Last Wish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alton Ellis,
Bob Dylan,
The Fuzztones,
Franke,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kayak,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marvin Gaye,
Easy Going,
KRS-One,
Livin' Joy,
Quando Quango,
48th St. Collective,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Litter,
The Selecter,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.