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 Lyon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the crunk 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Al Stewart,
The Star Department,
Infiniti,
Tubeway Army,
Wings,
T. Rex,
A Certain Ratio,
Scratch Acid,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radiohead,
Darondo,
The Remains,
La Düsseldorf,
Procol Harum,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skriet,
Pylon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Maleditus Sound,
Fatback Band,
Nico,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harmonia,
Yaz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Au Pairs,
Albert Ayler,
The Evens,
Black Bananas,
These Immortal Souls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hasil Adkins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Q and Not U,
The Wake,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alphaville,
The Selecter,
F. McDonald,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Vogues,
Buzzcocks,
Skaos,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Drive Like Jehu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yellowson,
Television Personalities,
Kayak,
One Last Wish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minny Pops,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultravox,
Japan,
Flipper,
The Invisible,
Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images.
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.