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 Lebanon and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 FM Einheit 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Junior Murvin,
Audionom,
Cymande,
Buzzcocks,
Parry Music,
Public Enemy,
JFA,
Terry Callier,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fall,
The Smoke,
Rekid,
Jimmy McGriff,
MDC,
Colin Newman,
Sun City Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Livin' Joy,
Newcleus,
Bluetip,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Görl,
The Busters,
The Martian,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eddi Front,
Bang On A Can,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Funkadelic,
Tubeway Army,
Yusef Lateef,
The Monochrome Set,
The Young Rascals,
Davy DMX,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David Axelrod,
Loose Ends,
Ken Boothe,
Make Up,
Pulsallama,
The Gap Band,
Von Mondo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Danielle Patucci,
Mars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Silicon Teens,
Jacob Miller,
Mantronix,
Theoretical Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Angry Samoans,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.