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 China and from Toronto.
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 Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Ralphi Rosario to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Marshall Jefferson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eurythmics,
Rod Modell,
Au Pairs,
Erykah Badu,
Juan Atkins,
Roger Hodgson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Monochrome Set,
Crooked Eye,
World's Most,
F. McDonald,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun City Girls,
Rites of Spring,
The Divine Comedy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lungfish,
FM Einheit,
The Gories,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Moleskins,
Delta 5,
Rekid,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Foxx,
John Holt,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Suicide,
Newcleus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roy Ayers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Bad Manners,
Spandau Ballet,
Freddie Wadling,
Electric Prunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Panda Bear,
Archie Shepp,
Organ,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Sherman,
Lightning Bolt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Zeros,
The Cramps,
Moss Icon,
Prince Buster,
Dual Sessions,
Nirvana,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
D'Angelo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Trumans Water,
B.T. Express,
Make Up,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.