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 Bolivia and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 Kerri Chandler to the funk 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Absolute Body Control,
Royal Trux,
Anthony Braxton,
Crooked Eye,
Idris Muhammad,
Sunsets and Hearts,
One Last Wish,
Thompson Twins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Prince Buster,
Minny Pops,
Sonic Youth,
Marc Almond,
the Germs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
It's A Beautiful Day,
H. Thieme,
Hasil Adkins,
Nas,
Make Up,
Crash Course in Science,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Section 25,
The Star Department,
Stetsasonic,
Henry Cow,
Carl Craig,
UT,
Barclay James Harvest,
Archie Shepp,
Eric Copeland,
Yellowson,
The Skatalites,
Todd Rundgren,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Trumans Water,
Mandrill,
Inner City,
Bill Wells,
Skriet,
DNA,
Boz Scaggs,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Sonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
China Crisis,
Cybotron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Panda Bear,
The Happenings,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ponytail,
Mr. Review,
Fela Kuti,
The United States of America,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.