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 Georgia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Star Department to the crunk 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Audionom,
James White and The Blacks,
The United States of America,
Echospace,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joey Negro,
the Association,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hashim,
T. Rex,
The Selecter,
Stetsasonic,
Jacques Brel,
The Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Carl Craig,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pantaleimon,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sixth Finger,
Connie Case,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Funkadelic,
Country Teasers,
Nirvana,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Subhumans,
New Age Steppers,
The Durutti Column,
China Crisis,
Depeche Mode,
The Trojans,
Scan 7,
The Angels of Light,
Rapeman,
The Wake,
The Searchers,
The Human League,
Boogie Down Productions,
Public Enemy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lyres,
Pole,
The Electric Prunes,
The Blackbyrds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Zero Boys,
The Mummies,
K-Klass,
The J.B.'s,
The Kinks,
Darondo,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.