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 Guyana and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
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 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 Lou Reed 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 U.S. Maple to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ituana,
Panda Bear,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fall,
Glenn Branca,
The Cramps,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deepchord,
Scott Walker,
Television Personalities,
Gang of Four,
Sister Nancy,
Flash Fearless,
Zero Boys,
The Doors,
Outsiders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blancmange,
June Days,
The Real Kids,
John Cale,
Sarah Menescal,
Parry Music,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Groovy Waters,
Second Layer,
The Stooges,
Black Flag,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gladiators,
Metal Thangz,
Chris & Cosey,
Bronski Beat,
The Litter,
Magma,
Eric Dolphy,
Fear,
Agitation Free,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boredoms,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mummies,
Organ,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Swell Maps,
Wally Richardson,
Kaleidoscope,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed,
John Coltrane,
Sällskapet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fatback Band,
Stereo Dub,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.