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 Slovenia and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 Black Moon to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Alice Coltrane,
Johnny Clarke,
Scion,
Eurythmics,
U.S. Maple,
The Smoke,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moss Icon,
Model 500,
Maleditus Sound,
Todd Terry,
Oneida,
Freddie Wadling,
Reagan Youth,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rekid,
cv313,
The Slackers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
FM Einheit,
Goldenarms,
Metal Thangz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terry Callier,
Brick,
Negative Approach,
Scientists,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Durutti Column,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Five Americans,
Hoover,
Sparks,
The Velvet Underground,
Bush Tetras,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grey Daturas,
Delta 5,
Massinfluence,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fear,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chris & Cosey,
the Human League,
Dorothy Ashby,
UT,
Sight & Sound,
Half Japanese,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tommy Roe,
Matthew Halsall,
CMW,
John Coltrane,
The Zeros,
Bad Manners,
Delon & Dalcan,
Los Fastidios,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.