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 Congo and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Reuben Wilson to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Outsiders,
X-101,
The Golliwogs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Gang Dance,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Divine Comedy,
Eurythmics,
the Association,
ABBA,
Pole,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ice-T,
Deepchord,
Das Ding,
Michelle Simonal,
Boredoms,
Iggy Pop,
Amon Düül,
Yaz,
Bluetip,
Althea and Donna,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
MC5,
the Normal,
The Busters,
Dennis Brown,
Reuben Wilson,
Todd Rundgren,
World's Most,
Magma,
Man Parrish,
The Gap Band,
Darondo,
Todd Terry,
Mission of Burma,
Rakim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Severed Heads,
Nils Olav,
Saccharine Trust,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Five Americans,
Grey Daturas,
Deakin,
T. Rex,
Rotary Connection,
Make Up,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rites of Spring,
Gerry Rafferty,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tom Boy,
Ten City,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radiopuhelimet,
Shuggie Otis,
Crash Course in Science,
Drexciya,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.