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 Brazil and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Janne Schatter,
Davy DMX,
Gichy Dan,
Second Layer,
the Germs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nils Olav,
Rod Modell,
Neu!,
Cybotron,
Kas Product,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Moon,
Yellowson,
John Coltrane,
Newcleus,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-102,
Sonic Youth,
The Seeds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun City Girls,
Subhumans,
Stereo Dub,
L. Decosne,
Crispy Ambulance,
U.S. Maple,
Sällskapet,
Maurizio,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Move,
Harry Pussy,
The Selecter,
Dennis Brown,
The Motions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Anthony Braxton,
Faust,
Lou Christie,
Deepchord,
LL Cool J,
Con Funk Shun,
Albert Ayler,
Pagans,
Panda Bear,
Tears for Fears,
E-Dancer,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sound Behaviour,
Boz Scaggs,
Echospace,
The Cowsills,
Au Pairs,
Byron Stingily,
Joyce Sims,
Cecil Taylor,
Donald Byrd,
Livin' Joy,
Magma,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.