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 Nicaragua and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
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 güiro 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 The Standells to the techno 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Christie,
The Pop Group,
Radio Birdman,
Negative Approach,
LL Cool J,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Shoche,
Lalo Schifrin,
UT,
Procol Harum,
Neu!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
D'Angelo,
The Real Kids,
Marmalade,
Roxette,
Sex Pistols,
Brass Construction,
Supertramp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Wyatt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Cale,
The Last Poets,
Marcia Griffiths,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Con Funk Shun,
Nirvana,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Inner City,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Urselle,
Jerry's Kids,
T.S.O.L.,
X-101,
Lucky Dragons,
Barrington Levy,
Duran Duran,
The Mojo Men,
Junior Murvin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Al Stewart,
Fear,
Leonard Cohen,
Tim Buckley,
Slick Rick,
La Düsseldorf,
Stereo Dub,
Steve Hackett,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
ABBA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Isaac Hayes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Standells,
Sugar Minott,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.