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 Swaziland and from Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Nas to the jazz 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Cymande,
Franke,
Thompson Twins,
The Golliwogs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
B.T. Express,
Bill Near,
Aswad,
Tubeway Army,
The Last Poets,
John Foxx,
Black Bananas,
Jacques Brel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marine Girls,
Suicide,
Whodini,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chrome,
Joyce Sims,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David Bowie,
Television Personalities,
The Searchers,
Wolf Eyes,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Swans,
Echospace,
Scan 7,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bang On A Can,
The Invisible,
MDC,
Sun Ra,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Massinfluence,
Saccharine Trust,
The Selecter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bluetip,
Television,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joy Division,
Susan Cadogan,
Minny Pops,
Hot Snakes,
Eddi Front,
Yazoo,
Second Layer,
The Music Machine,
The New Christs,
Camberwell Now,
Intrusion,
Flash Fearless,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.