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 South Africa and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lee Hazlewood to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thompson Twins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grauzone,
Sam Rivers,
The Offenders,
Sparks,
Young Marble Giants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Angels of Light,
Suburban Knight,
June of 44,
Terry Callier,
The United States of America,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lakeside,
Niagra,
Barry Ungar,
Slick Rick,
Interpol,
The Kinks,
The Standells,
The Selecter,
Absolute Body Control,
Moss Icon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Agent Orange,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aloha Tigers,
In Retrospect,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minor Threat,
DNA,
Donny Hathaway,
Jacques Brel,
The Motions,
Radio Birdman,
T. Rex,
Judy Mowatt,
Television Personalities,
Q and Not U,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mummies,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Technova,
Camberwell Now,
The Move,
Negative Approach,
Metal Thangz,
Neil Young,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nico,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Smog,
Pagans,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.