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 Bolivia and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the punk 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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Funky Four + One,
Boz Scaggs,
Reagan Youth,
Grey Daturas,
The Slits,
Ohio Players,
The Smiths,
Young Marble Giants,
Piero Umiliani,
Michelle Simonal,
Tomorrow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Funkadelic,
Delta 5,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
China Crisis,
The Offenders,
Joey Negro,
Janne Schatter,
Silicon Teens,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nirvana,
Rosa Yemen,
Judy Mowatt,
MC5,
The Durutti Column,
Los Fastidios,
The Fall,
Black Moon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bluetip,
Rakim,
Clear Light,
Ronan,
Mark Hollis,
The Star Department,
Laurel Aitken,
The Index,
Idris Muhammad,
JFA,
Peter & Gordon,
Derrick May,
Boredoms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eddi Front,
Fat Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Procol Harum,
Pole,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Desert Stars,
The Music Machine,
Neil Young,
Ossler,
Bill Near,
The Dead C,
Robert Hood,
The Smoke,
The Techniques,
Stetsasonic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.