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 Burundi and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Electric Prunes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
10cc,
Roy Ayers,
The Moleskins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Holt,
Bobby Sherman,
Janne Schatter,
Marmalade,
Jeff Lynne,
Quando Quango,
Inner City,
Suicide,
Fear,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bronski Beat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sam Rivers,
The Gun Club,
Peter & Gordon,
ABC,
The Busters,
Alice Coltrane,
Skriet,
Rufus Thomas,
The Raincoats,
Drexciya,
Arthur Verocai,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Electric Prunes,
John Lydon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lakeside,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Barracudas,
Joy Division,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Buckinghams,
Parry Music,
Aloha Tigers,
Scott Walker,
Maleditus Sound,
Darondo,
Brand Nubian,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lower 48,
Cybotron,
The Young Rascals,
DJ Sneak,
Sonic Youth,
K-Klass,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Metal Thangz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.