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 Brazil and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rapeman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Rod Modell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jacob Miller,
Blancmange,
Matthew Bourne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cybotron,
Gichy Dan,
The Birthday Party,
Unrelated Segments,
Y Pants,
Von Mondo,
Chrome,
Terry Callier,
Joensuu 1685,
New Order,
The Martian,
the Sonics,
Inner City,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neu!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
Zapp,
Radio Birdman,
Eve St. Jones,
The Count Five,
Henry Cow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Newcleus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Real Kids,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Public Enemy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Electric Prunes,
Joe Finger,
The Offenders,
Lalo Schifrin,
Donald Byrd,
Khruangbin,
The Last Poets,
The Stooges,
The Standells,
The Happenings,
X-101,
Lee Hazlewood,
Accadde A,
Sixth Finger,
Tomorrow,
MC5,
Joy Division,
Popol Vuh,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Byrd,
Quando Quango,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.