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 Madrid.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Larry & the Blue Notes 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Stiv Bators,
AZ,
Boz Scaggs,
Aloha Tigers,
The Slackers,
Sugar Minott,
48th St. Collective,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sarah Menescal,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marc Almond,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Womack,
Gang of Four,
China Crisis,
Roxy Music,
MC5,
Buzzcocks,
Q and Not U,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sparks,
Nils Olav,
Anakelly,
Public Image Ltd.,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Byrd,
Lakeside,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DNA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Hood,
Rod Modell,
The United States of America,
Juan Atkins,
Roxette,
Nick Fraelich,
Brand Nubian,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Liliput,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Delon & Dalcan,
Monks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Shuggie Otis,
Flash Fearless,
Crash Course in Science,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Suicide,
Fad Gadget,
Eurythmics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joey Negro,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.