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 Seychelles and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 the Swans to the grime 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Smoke,
DNA,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jesper Dahlback,
In Retrospect,
Second Layer,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Public Enemy,
Index,
The Golliwogs,
Ohio Players,
The Star Department,
Country Teasers,
Motorama,
cv313,
The Happenings,
Crispian St. Peters,
Au Pairs,
CMW,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gladiators,
Wings,
The Cowsills,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Warsaw,
Rapeman,
Icehouse,
Piero Umiliani,
ABC,
Gang Starr,
Oneida,
Electric Prunes,
Fugazi,
Outsiders,
The J.B.'s,
Surgeon,
Juan Atkins,
Black Bananas,
The Move,
Subhumans,
Rosa Yemen,
Hasil Adkins,
Sugar Minott,
China Crisis,
Symarip,
Banda Bassotti,
Guru Guru,
Babytalk,
Barrington Levy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sex Pistols,
The Cure,
Unwound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Thompson Twins,
Marvin Gaye,
Pet Shop Boys,
Visage,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.