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 Spain and from Cairo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Slave to the disco 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Durutti Column,
Charles Mingus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Sonics,
Sonic Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
The Moody Blues,
Thee Headcoats,
Flash Fearless,
The Flesh Eaters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pere Ubu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kevin Saunderson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rod Modell,
Thompson Twins,
Janne Schatter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nas,
Procol Harum,
Sarah Menescal,
Eden Ahbez,
Lakeside,
The Doobie Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ronan,
Loose Ends,
Dave Gahan,
Warren Ellis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Germs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Urselle,
Sugar Minott,
Barrington Levy,
Tommy Roe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neil Young,
Accadde A,
Motorama,
The Count Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Danielle Patucci,
Wolf Eyes,
World's Most,
In Retrospect,
Technova,
Max Romeo,
Agitation Free,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Blackbyrds,
Symarip,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quadrant,
Average White Band,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.