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 Kosovo 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Holger Czukay 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Bluetip,
Blossom Toes,
Johnny Clarke,
The American Breed,
Andrew Hill,
Patti Smith,
The New Christs,
Ponytail,
Ludus,
Wolf Eyes,
Wasted Youth,
Lalann,
The Martian,
Bronski Beat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sister Nancy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Funky Four + One,
Soft Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Tremeloes,
Pussy Galore,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
MDC,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
10cc,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare,
Swans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marvin Gaye,
Sonny Sharrock,
Siglo XX,
James White and The Blacks,
Warsaw,
E-Dancer,
Fad Gadget,
Eddi Front,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fugazi,
The Dirtbombs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Essential Logic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Five Americans,
Ossler,
Section 25,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Whodini,
The Stooges,
Jandek,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Reagan Youth,
Boredoms,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Starr,
Tim Buckley,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Association,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.