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 Tonga and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Derrick Morgan to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Darondo,
Black Pus,
Leonard Cohen,
Jandek,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
One Last Wish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pantytec,
Sam Rivers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crime,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wolf Eyes,
Funky Four + One,
The Tremeloes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Liliput,
Yazoo,
Swans,
Mars,
June of 44,
The Index,
Mark Hollis,
Theoretical Girls,
Wire,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jimmy McGriff,
Unwound,
The Stooges,
The Buckinghams,
Peter & Gordon,
the Human League,
Delta 5,
Wings,
Eli Mardock,
kango's stein massive,
Brass Construction,
H. Thieme,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neil Young,
B.T. Express,
Terry Callier,
Dennis Brown,
Todd Terry,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang of Four,
Jerry's Kids,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Red Krayola,
Zapp,
Eurythmics,
Newcleus,
The Slackers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tommy Roe,
Sonic Youth,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.