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 South Sudan and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 Minnie Riperton to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radiohead,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dead Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DJ Style,
New York Dolls,
Soft Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
K-Klass,
Crooked Eye,
Nik Kershaw,
Cameo,
New Order,
Scrapy,
Nas,
Anakelly,
The Blackbyrds,
John Lydon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harmonia,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pussy Galore,
Jawbox,
The Busters,
Visage,
Yellowson,
Marine Girls,
Vainqueur,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ronnie Foster,
Mars,
Kayak,
Minor Threat,
Arthur Verocai,
The Martian,
Rakim,
Excepter,
Black Bananas,
Dawn Penn,
Zero Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Swans,
the Slits,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mark Hollis,
the Sonics,
The Happenings,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
The Smiths,
The Velvet Underground,
Heaven 17,
Mandrill,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fluxion,
Rapeman,
Angry Samoans,
Royal Trux,
Barry Ungar,
Absolute Body Control,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.