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 Zambia 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Pantaleimon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Kool Moe Dee,
Accadde A,
Scott Walker,
The Fall,
Nico,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
Pantytec,
Tommy Roe,
Isaac Hayes,
Wally Richardson,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultra Naté,
The Electric Prunes,
The Toasters,
Arab on Radar,
Cluster,
Young Marble Giants,
Television,
Organ,
Lalo Schifrin,
June Days,
Camberwell Now,
Black Bananas,
Neu!,
David McCallum,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kaleidoscope,
Freddie Wadling,
the Normal,
Amon Düül II,
Aloha Tigers,
The Zeros,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ohio Players,
Ornette Coleman,
The Red Krayola,
Joyce Sims,
John Coltrane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yellowson,
Cymande,
The New Christs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pagans,
MC5,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roy Ayers,
The Motions,
Glenn Branca,
The Alarm Clocks,
Agitation Free,
Pharoah Sanders,
Can,
The Kinks,
The Fugs,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.