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 Eritrea and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 Radiohead to the disco 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
The Busters,
Von Mondo,
Andrew Hill,
Bad Manners,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Names,
Bauhaus,
Dual Sessions,
Lucky Dragons,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DJ Sneak,
K-Klass,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brand Nubian,
Donny Hathaway,
These Immortal Souls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kas Product,
The Blues Magoos,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang of Four,
Matthew Bourne,
Anthony Braxton,
Section 25,
Warren Ellis,
Grauzone,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Green,
Hardrive,
Fugazi,
The Raincoats,
Soul II Soul,
Deakin,
The Dirtbombs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Victims,
Tubeway Army,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lalann,
Tears for Fears,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soulsonic Force,
Rufus Thomas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pantaleimon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
KRS-One,
Neil Young,
the Bar-Kays,
Erasure,
June of 44,
The Golliwogs,
the Swans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ohio Players,
Japan,
Maurizio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kerri Chandler,
The J.B.'s,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.