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 Latvia and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 Sister Nancy to the crunk 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
MC5,
Arthur Verocai,
Bootsy Collins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Delta 5,
Robert Wyatt,
Alison Limerick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mad Mike,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ronan,
Al Stewart,
Au Pairs,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gerry Rafferty,
Derrick Morgan,
Rod Modell,
Cecil Taylor,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Invisible,
LL Cool J,
The Slits,
Interpol,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fela Kuti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
10cc,
Toni Rubio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Television Personalities,
The Zeros,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lucky Dragons,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
PIL,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Görl,
the Human League,
Eric Dolphy,
Fad Gadget,
The United States of America,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Essential Logic,
Jacques Brel,
Intrusion,
The Raincoats,
Severed Heads,
the Bar-Kays,
Steve Hackett,
Grandmaster Flash,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New York Dolls,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sam Rivers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ten City,
Moebius,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.