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 Malaysia and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Donald Fagen 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 Young Rascals to the rap 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Amazonics,
The Skatalites,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cure,
Althea and Donna,
Danielle Patucci,
The Young Rascals,
Pantytec,
Reagan Youth,
The Cramps,
Reuben Wilson,
Lebanon Hanover,
MDC,
Ossler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kerri Chandler,
Darondo,
Harry Pussy,
Aloha Tigers,
DJ Sneak,
Porter Ricks,
The Mojo Men,
The Busters,
The Barracudas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Donald Byrd,
Gabor Szabo,
Moss Icon,
Mission of Burma,
Archie Shepp,
The New Christs,
Q65,
Bauhaus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
JFA,
Crispy Ambulance,
Visage,
Laurel Aitken,
David McCallum,
Cecil Taylor,
Todd Terry,
Swell Maps,
Roxette,
The Mighty Diamonds,
E-Dancer,
Von Mondo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Victims,
The Mummies,
The Wake,
Ken Boothe,
The Black Dice,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Easy Going,
Minny Pops,
Matthew Halsall,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.