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 Argentina and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Tommy Roe to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Chrome,
The Blues Magoos,
Nils Olav,
Arab on Radar,
The Count Five,
Mark Hollis,
Agent Orange,
Subhumans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Accadde A,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Görl,
Black Sheep,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cluster,
Connie Case,
Warsaw,
Lalann,
Pantaleimon,
Fugazi,
Max Romeo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Popol Vuh,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Busters,
Sonic Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
Radio Birdman,
Quando Quango,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eve St. Jones,
Pylon,
Drexciya,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boredoms,
The Doobie Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
Aswad,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grauzone,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Offenders,
Shuggie Otis,
La Düsseldorf,
Bill Near,
The Raincoats,
The Toasters,
New Age Steppers,
Aloha Tigers,
ABBA,
Scion,
Intrusion,
Nico,
Jeff Lynne,
Soft Machine,
Heaven 17,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.