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 Cambodia and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sixth Finger to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
JFA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Saints,
Marine Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vladislav Delay,
The Walker Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
Con Funk Shun,
Minutemen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Masters at Work,
Radio Birdman,
China Crisis,
Danielle Patucci,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scrapy,
The Dirtbombs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Derrick Morgan,
LL Cool J,
The Leaves,
Anakelly,
Cluster,
The Kinks,
Tears for Fears,
U.S. Maple,
Brothers Johnson,
New Age Steppers,
The J.B.'s,
The Electric Prunes,
the Human League,
Jeff Lynne,
Pussy Galore,
Warren Ellis,
The Seeds,
ABBA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Max Romeo,
Tres Demented,
Black Flag,
Sandy B,
the Bar-Kays,
Slick Rick,
Jesper Dahlback,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Pus,
Andrew Hill,
The Black Dice,
The Detroit Cobras,
La Düsseldorf,
Joe Smooth,
Symarip,
The Human League,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.