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 Kyrgyzstan and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Yusef Lateef to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Junior Murvin,
Basic Channel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Subhumans,
Altered Images,
Suicide,
Country Joe & The Fish,
ABC,
Young Marble Giants,
Stetsasonic,
Hot Snakes,
The Happenings,
Dave Gahan,
Letta Mbulu,
The Index,
Kurtis Blow,
Popol Vuh,
Aaron Thompson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
China Crisis,
Minny Pops,
Porter Ricks,
Dual Sessions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gories,
Michelle Simonal,
Jacob Miller,
Lyres,
Scion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scientists,
Jandek,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Golliwogs,
Khruangbin,
The Standells,
Sällskapet,
New Order,
Soul Sonic Force,
Henry Cow,
Rosa Yemen,
The Saints,
Lindisfarne,
David McCallum,
Sparks,
Ultravox,
48th St. Collective,
Eve St. Jones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bronski Beat,
Shoche,
Soft Machine,
Derrick May,
Adolescents,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.