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 Seychelles and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the grunge 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fortunes,
Joensuu 1685,
Sällskapet,
Aloha Tigers,
Howard Jones,
The Beau Brummels,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Guru Guru,
The Techniques,
Simply Red,
Kurtis Blow,
Crime,
Jeff Lynne,
David McCallum,
Derrick Morgan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Womack,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radiohead,
Theoretical Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Bar-Kays,
World's Most,
Moss Icon,
Young Marble Giants,
K-Klass,
cv313,
Soul II Soul,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cymande,
Trumans Water,
The Pretty Things,
Deakin,
Babytalk,
R.M.O.,
Donald Byrd,
Bad Manners,
Ludus,
Glenn Branca,
John Coltrane,
Darondo,
Erasure,
Albert Ayler,
Michelle Simonal,
Traffic Nightmare,
Audionom,
the Normal,
The Black Dice,
Index,
F. McDonald,
Patti Smith,
Joyce Sims,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Japan,
Pulsallama,
Gichy Dan,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.