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 Ukraine and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skriet,
The Invisible,
Pantaleimon,
kango's stein massive,
Television Personalities,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minny Pops,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thompson Twins,
Young Marble Giants,
Rekid,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Connie Case,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Public Image Ltd.,
Althea and Donna,
Vladislav Delay,
Alphaville,
John Holt,
Heaven 17,
Mark Hollis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Moody Blues,
Aural Exciters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soft Cell,
Faraquet,
The Index,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mojo Men,
The Gap Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Wally Richardson,
Archie Shepp,
Cluster,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blake Baxter,
Wasted Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tommy Roe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Spandau Ballet,
Panda Bear,
Ultravox,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Suburban Knight,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun City Girls,
Zero Boys,
The Raincoats,
Swans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Isaac Hayes,
Motorama,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.