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 Malawi 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Moby Grape to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Radio Birdman,
Junior Murvin,
The Standells,
DNA,
The Angels of Light,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vladislav Delay,
Parry Music,
Infiniti,
Anthony Braxton,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fugs,
Ornette Coleman,
Janne Schatter,
Bauhaus,
Skriet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Matthew Halsall,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Hood,
Negative Approach,
Massinfluence,
Kayak,
Talk Talk,
Liliput,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fire Engines,
Alton Ellis,
Delta 5,
B.T. Express,
The Pretty Things,
Rotary Connection,
Vainqueur,
Gang Green,
Scratch Acid,
Minny Pops,
Eddi Front,
Ohio Players,
ABC,
The Doors,
Youth Brigade,
Cybotron,
Guru Guru,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Altered Images,
Basic Channel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare,
Anakelly,
Susan Cadogan,
Judy Mowatt,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lungfish,
Deepchord,
Supertramp,
Black Pus,
Gabor Szabo,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.