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 Gabon and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Yellowson to the punk 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Camouflage,
Marvin Gaye,
Malaria!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter & Gordon,
The Pop Group,
Slave,
Fear,
Robert Hood,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Selecter,
The Barracudas,
U.S. Maple,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Count Five,
Althea and Donna,
The Fortunes,
Patti Smith,
Monolake,
a-ha,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Offenders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sight & Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bluetip,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
cv313,
Whodini,
The Modern Lovers,
Y Pants,
The Walker Brothers,
Rakim,
Minor Threat,
Aaron Thompson,
Zero Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Drexciya,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yaz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Clear Light,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Maleditus Sound,
Interpol,
Dave Gahan,
Glenn Branca,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Main Source,
The Birthday Party,
Vainqueur,
The Last Poets,
Spandau Ballet,
Davy DMX,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scan 7,
The Stooges,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.