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 Mexico and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
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 marimba 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 the Sonics to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mojo Men,
Reuben Wilson,
Tubeway Army,
the Slits,
Black Pus,
Grauzone,
Eli Mardock,
John Coltrane,
Franke,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eurythmics,
Soft Machine,
Sister Nancy,
Buzzcocks,
Talk Talk,
Skaos,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tears for Fears,
Gang of Four,
Sly & The Family Stone,
La Düsseldorf,
The Remains,
Gang Gang Dance,
Metal Thangz,
Adolescents,
Marmalade,
Royal Trux,
Whodini,
Index,
Althea and Donna,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Electric Prunes,
Swell Maps,
The Move,
Boz Scaggs,
The Knickerbockers,
Jacob Miller,
Q65,
Minutemen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arab on Radar,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yaz,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joy Division,
Nico,
kango's stein massive,
Joe Smooth,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Slackers,
Skriet,
Wire,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quadrant,
D'Angelo,
DJ Style,
OOIOO,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sight & Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Bill Near,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.