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 Grenada 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Andrew Hill to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The New Christs,
The Velvet Underground,
Slave,
the Swans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Depeche Mode,
The Gories,
Dual Sessions,
The Five Americans,
Rakim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hoover,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Sherman,
Lalann,
A Certain Ratio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ronnie Foster,
Ten City,
The United States of America,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Groovy Waters,
The Searchers,
Adolescents,
Metal Thangz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eli Mardock,
Tears for Fears,
Wally Richardson,
Andrew Hill,
Judy Mowatt,
Index,
Chris Corsano,
Isaac Hayes,
the Bar-Kays,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
AZ,
Panda Bear,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Buckinghams,
Marc Almond,
Absolute Body Control,
The Martian,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sonics,
The J.B.'s,
UT,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rosa Yemen,
The Kinks,
Prince Buster,
Sixth Finger,
Talk Talk,
Morten Harket,
Mission of Burma,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The American Breed,
the Fania All-Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.