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 Palau and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 Tim Buckley to the rock 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
The Gap Band,
Flipper,
Section 25,
Second Layer,
Slick Rick,
the Sonics,
The Young Rascals,
Radio Birdman,
Mark Hollis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mission of Burma,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fela Kuti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Half Japanese,
Arthur Verocai,
One Last Wish,
Massinfluence,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Starr,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pantaleimon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barry Ungar,
Morten Harket,
Kaleidoscope,
Dual Sessions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oneida,
Sixth Finger,
Skaos,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Leonard Cohen,
Von Mondo,
Glenn Branca,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Liliput,
John Cale,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Absolute Body Control,
Tears for Fears,
Archie Shepp,
10cc,
Maurizio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Selecter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brothers Johnson,
Whodini,
Camberwell Now,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grey Daturas,
Pussy Galore,
Barclay James Harvest,
Delta 5,
Ten City,
Cal Tjader,
Monks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.