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 Bahrain and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Normal to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
The Cramps,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
UT,
Sex Pistols,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arcadia,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
OOIOO,
Joensuu 1685,
John Lydon,
E-Dancer,
The Doors,
Alison Limerick,
The Human League,
Jacob Miller,
the Germs,
Yusef Lateef,
B.T. Express,
Letta Mbulu,
Minnie Riperton,
Alphaville,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Monolake,
Panda Bear,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Monks,
The Slackers,
Eve St. Jones,
Juan Atkins,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gladiators,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sonny Sharrock,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Little Man,
Aloha Tigers,
Toni Rubio,
Erykah Badu,
Michelle Simonal,
June Days,
Minor Threat,
Blake Baxter,
Cameo,
Howard Jones,
The Remains,
Flipper,
Theoretical Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Coltrane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Wyatt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Associates,
Avey Tare,
Moebius,
48th St. Collective,
Excepter,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.