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 Singapore and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Joe Finger to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Görl,
The Remains,
Lakeside,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bronski Beat,
Index,
New Age Steppers,
Sun City Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
June Days,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Derrick Morgan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Morten Harket,
Arthur Verocai,
Barrington Levy,
Tom Boy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Subhumans,
DJ Style,
Robert Wyatt,
Sonic Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mummies,
Minny Pops,
Delta 5,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Duran Duran,
Crooked Eye,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harry Pussy,
Infiniti,
Kaleidoscope,
Whodini,
K-Klass,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Pretty Things,
Erasure,
The Durutti Column,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Blackbyrds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Don Cherry,
Wally Richardson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Symarip,
Jacob Miller,
Gang Green,
Albert Ayler,
FM Einheit,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Malaria!,
Shuggie Otis,
Los Fastidios,
Television,
The Mojo Men,
Buzzcocks,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.