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 Moldova and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Yusef Lateef to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Porter Ricks,
Eric Copeland,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Amon Düül II,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Zapp,
Arthur Verocai,
Gerry Rafferty,
Easy Going,
Johnny Clarke,
Zero Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gun Club,
The Evens,
Maurizio,
DJ Sneak,
New Order,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Charles Mingus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Idris Muhammad,
Loose Ends,
Adolescents,
Mars,
Derrick Morgan,
Toni Rubio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Buzzcocks,
The Raincoats,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skriet,
LL Cool J,
Cameo,
Black Flag,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Remains,
Soft Cell,
OOIOO,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Sherman,
Organ,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pulsallama,
Joyce Sims,
Popol Vuh,
The Neon Judgement,
Mandrill,
Prince Buster,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lower 48,
Supertramp,
Suburban Knight,
David Axelrod,
Boogie Down Productions,
Young Marble Giants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The American Breed,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Excepter,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.