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 South Sudan and from Lagos.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
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 linndrum 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 Talk Talk to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Blues Magoos,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crash Course in Science,
Flash Fearless,
Pulsallama,
The Dead C,
Hot Snakes,
Kenny Larkin,
Matthew Bourne,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Starr,
the Soft Cell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Average White Band,
Country Teasers,
Spoonie Gee,
The Motions,
Eric Dolphy,
Yaz,
Wolf Eyes,
The Smiths,
Unwound,
The Velvet Underground,
These Immortal Souls,
Lungfish,
Unrelated Segments,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nico,
David Axelrod,
The Pretty Things,
Reagan Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dirtbombs,
Matthew Halsall,
Kerri Chandler,
T.S.O.L.,
The Doors,
Gabor Szabo,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vladislav Delay,
Popol Vuh,
Visage,
Lou Reed,
Basic Channel,
Colin Newman,
Slick Rick,
Ten City,
Das Ding,
Gong,
Little Man,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Moleskins,
Japan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crooked Eye,
Suburban Knight,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thee Headcoats,
Ice-T,
Country Joe & The Fish,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.