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 Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Reuben Wilson,
Crime,
John Foxx,
Audionom,
Jimmy McGriff,
DNA,
Lower 48,
Kayak,
Porter Ricks,
Moebius,
Stiv Bators,
The Selecter,
B.T. Express,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Anthony Braxton,
Chris Corsano,
The Fall,
Ossler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Henry Cow,
Grey Daturas,
Animal Collective,
Robert Görl,
Das Ding,
Eden Ahbez,
Max Romeo,
Tommy Roe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Babytalk,
Ultravox,
Schoolly D,
The Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ponytail,
Parry Music,
Fad Gadget,
Yusef Lateef,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultra Naté,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cymande,
Q and Not U,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roxy Music,
The Angels of Light,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joey Negro,
F. McDonald,
Eric Dolphy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Maleditus Sound,
Intrusion,
Alison Limerick,
Hardrive,
Brothers Johnson,
Glenn Branca,
Man Parrish,
Sister Nancy,
Althea and Donna,
Moby Grape,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.