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 Lithuania and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 Pantaleimon to the electroclash 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gichy Dan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deakin,
The Blackbyrds,
Fugazi,
Sun Ra,
Fluxion,
Slick Rick,
Icehouse,
Bobby Byrd,
Moby Grape,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Pus,
The Associates,
Boz Scaggs,
Funkadelic,
Urselle,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grey Daturas,
The Music Machine,
Warren Ellis,
Oneida,
Cybotron,
The Gun Club,
Sandy B,
the Bar-Kays,
Cameo,
Brick,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare,
Radiopuhelimet,
kango's stein massive,
Lalann,
Deadbeat,
MDC,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Glenn Branca,
Infiniti,
The New Christs,
Faust,
Prince Buster,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jacques Brel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ohio Players,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ituana,
Supertramp,
The Blues Magoos,
Metal Thangz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Isaac Hayes,
Model 500,
Jeff Lynne,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.