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 Afghanistan and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 Larry & the Blue Notes 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
The Gun Club,
Blossom Toes,
Theoretical Girls,
Model 500,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Victims,
Icehouse,
Crooked Eye,
Boogie Down Productions,
Anakelly,
Ohio Players,
Black Flag,
Intrusion,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dawn Penn,
The Techniques,
The Seeds,
The Blues Magoos,
Severed Heads,
Los Fastidios,
The Pretty Things,
Moebius,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rotary Connection,
Dead Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nico,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minnie Riperton,
The Kinks,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun City Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Hasil Adkins,
Fatback Band,
Camberwell Now,
Alton Ellis,
Pagans,
Zero Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Yellowson,
The Birthday Party,
F. McDonald,
The Move,
Skaos,
Newcleus,
Brothers Johnson,
Grey Daturas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ludus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.