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 Israel and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mark Hollis to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun Ra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tubeway Army,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lindisfarne,
Glenn Branca,
Moby Grape,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Green,
Grey Daturas,
Ken Boothe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oblivians,
Pole,
Robert Hood,
Stockholm Monsters,
DNA,
Smog,
Cybotron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric Dolphy,
Yazoo,
UT,
DJ Sneak,
Quadrant,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Altered Images,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ossler,
The Kinks,
Pylon,
The Standells,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rod Modell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Janne Schatter,
kango's stein massive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Carl Craig,
Ponytail,
Sixth Finger,
The Electric Prunes,
Deadbeat,
L. Decosne,
Grauzone,
Pulsallama,
Easy Going,
The Busters,
Kenny Larkin,
The Five Americans,
The Gun Club,
Camouflage,
Brick,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jawbox,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Buckinghams,
Shuggie Otis,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.