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 Honduras and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Holger Czukay 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 Massinfluence to the disco 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Camberwell Now,
Cal Tjader,
June of 44,
Laurel Aitken,
Shoche,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Womack,
Danielle Patucci,
Theoretical Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Tubeway Army,
Albert Ayler,
Sarah Menescal,
Ludus,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Surgeon,
Agent Orange,
Underground Resistance,
Sugar Minott,
Blossom Toes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rites of Spring,
Marcia Griffiths,
CMW,
Heaven 17,
Crime,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stiv Bators,
T.S.O.L.,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Offenders,
Icehouse,
Derrick May,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cowsills,
Maurizio,
The Grass Roots,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Infiniti,
Pere Ubu,
Can,
Sight & Sound,
Dark Day,
Jeff Lynne,
Graham Central Station,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Q and Not U,
Pierre Henry,
Negative Approach,
Rosa Yemen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mad Mike,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Real Kids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.