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 Guatemala and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sound Behaviour to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Pere Ubu,
Trumans Water,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roxy Music,
Groovy Waters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare,
Country Teasers,
The Walker Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
The Zeros,
Joyce Sims,
U.S. Maple,
Second Layer,
The Buckinghams,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Half Japanese,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deepchord,
OOIOO,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Infiniti,
Bush Tetras,
Index,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cramps,
The Move,
The Monks,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Electric Prunes,
Jandek,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Warren Ellis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Sheep,
The New Christs,
Drexciya,
Pantytec,
Scrapy,
In Retrospect,
K-Klass,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
KRS-One,
Rapeman,
Kas Product,
Inner City,
The Pop Group,
Nico,
ABBA,
Jacques Brel,
Aswad,
LL Cool J,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.