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 Greece and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Donald Fagen 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 Ken Boothe to the jazz 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Sound Behaviour,
Moby Grape,
the Germs,
R.M.O.,
Schoolly D,
Harpers Bizarre,
Erasure,
The Modern Lovers,
The Music Machine,
Malaria!,
Maurizio,
Scan 7,
The Cowsills,
Andrew Hill,
DNA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crispy Ambulance,
AZ,
Don Cherry,
Blancmange,
Maleditus Sound,
cv313,
Pagans,
Gichy Dan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Masters at Work,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Evens,
Brothers Johnson,
Gabor Szabo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Barracudas,
Wings,
Gil Scott Heron,
Television,
Soulsonic Force,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Human League,
Porter Ricks,
The Knickerbockers,
The Buckinghams,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Infiniti,
Althea and Donna,
Tommy Roe,
Fatback Band,
KRS-One,
New Order,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quantec,
James White and The Blacks,
Negative Approach,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fortunes,
Khruangbin,
Smog,
Subhumans,
Letta Mbulu,
June Days,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.