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 Namibia and from Salvador.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Absolute Body Control to the rock 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Joe Finger,
Nirvana,
Wings,
Marvin Gaye,
Make Up,
Arcadia,
Quando Quango,
John Holt,
John Lydon,
Moby Grape,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chris Corsano,
Cal Tjader,
Public Enemy,
The Smoke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Martian,
Scion,
Eli Mardock,
Fugazi,
Maurizio,
Lyres,
Dawn Penn,
Grey Daturas,
Mars,
T. Rex,
Aswad,
Erykah Badu,
Eddi Front,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
June Days,
The Gories,
MC5,
Faraquet,
Wire,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nick Fraelich,
Nas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Moleskins,
cv313,
Pantaleimon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marine Girls,
Erasure,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
JFA,
Joey Negro,
Nik Kershaw,
The Young Rascals,
The Associates,
Symarip,
Delta 5,
Can,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.