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 Comoros and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Deepchord to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
X-101,
Magazine,
Dual Sessions,
Angry Samoans,
Animal Collective,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Wyatt,
Danielle Patucci,
Brick,
Zero Boys,
Deakin,
John Holt,
Sparks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sight & Sound,
Tres Demented,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Moon,
Robert Hood,
Scientists,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Associates,
Lungfish,
The Knickerbockers,
The Techniques,
Malaria!,
Vainqueur,
Iggy Pop,
Eden Ahbez,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Susan Cadogan,
Popol Vuh,
Todd Rundgren,
Freddie Wadling,
DJ Sneak,
The Martian,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amon Düül II,
Davy DMX,
Young Marble Giants,
Shoche,
Silicon Teens,
Joy Division,
Deepchord,
Heaven 17,
Grey Daturas,
Theoretical Girls,
Main Source,
The Doobie Brothers,
New Order,
Scion,
Yusef Lateef,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hashim,
Monks,
ABC,
R.M.O.,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.