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 El Salvador and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Derrick Morgan to the grunge 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minny Pops,
John Lydon,
Sound Behaviour,
Minutemen,
Essential Logic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Niagra,
Masters at Work,
Main Source,
Robert Görl,
Funky Four + One,
Quantec,
The Blues Magoos,
The Searchers,
L. Decosne,
Suburban Knight,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Move,
8 Eyed Spy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camberwell Now,
Ohio Players,
Pylon,
Organ,
Audionom,
Carl Craig,
Mantronix,
The Associates,
The Last Poets,
The Wake,
The Barracudas,
Pierre Henry,
EPMD,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tom Boy,
The Cure,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Slackers,
The Tremeloes,
Andrew Hill,
Dave Gahan,
The Techniques,
The Gories,
Bobbi Humphrey,
James White and The Blacks,
Jawbox,
Depeche Mode,
Idris Muhammad,
DNA,
ABC,
OOIOO,
The Birthday Party,
Simply Red,
T. Rex,
Agitation Free,
Guru Guru,
Jacques Brel,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.