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 Latvia and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Jacques Brel to the jazz 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Theoretical Girls,
Negative Approach,
Cymande,
The Gap Band,
Cybotron,
Niagra,
PIL,
The Detroit Cobras,
Johnny Clarke,
OOIOO,
Crash Course in Science,
Hoover,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aswad,
the Soft Cell,
The Real Kids,
Matthew Bourne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aloha Tigers,
Quadrant,
Ronnie Foster,
Easy Going,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Barracudas,
The Fall,
the Germs,
Don Cherry,
Drexciya,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
FM Einheit,
Bauhaus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
K-Klass,
Joy Division,
Section 25,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pussy Galore,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dual Sessions,
The Trojans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Danielle Patucci,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oblivians,
The Tremeloes,
B.T. Express,
Sun Ra,
The Doors,
Gabor Szabo,
The Wake,
Kurtis Blow,
Organ,
Althea and Donna,
The Pop Group,
Lyres,
Letta Mbulu,
Johnny Osbourne,
New Order,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.