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 Chile and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 Rosa Yemen to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Crash Course in Science,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Idris Muhammad,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eden Ahbez,
Dawn Penn,
Davy DMX,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Neon Judgement,
Masters at Work,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cramps,
Eurythmics,
Max Romeo,
The Five Americans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Half Japanese,
Aural Exciters,
The Selecter,
Kayak,
The Dirtbombs,
the Slits,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boredoms,
The Red Krayola,
Zapp,
Stockholm Monsters,
cv313,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jacob Miller,
Ultra Naté,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
La Düsseldorf,
Maleditus Sound,
Minutemen,
Mantronix,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Slick Rick,
MDC,
Pet Shop Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mojo Men,
Wolf Eyes,
Dead Boys,
Funkadelic,
Althea and Donna,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ponytail,
Brand Nubian,
Underground Resistance,
Flipper,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Josef K,
Sun Ra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camouflage,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.