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 Bhutan and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Barry Ungar to the crunk 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fugazi,
The Fire Engines,
Q and Not U,
Index,
the Human League,
Laurel Aitken,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mr. Review,
Yaz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amon Düül II,
The Gories,
R.M.O.,
Lower 48,
Vainqueur,
AZ,
Warren Ellis,
Von Mondo,
Ornette Coleman,
Cal Tjader,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arthur Verocai,
Zero Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Soul II Soul,
Kerrie Biddell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fifty Foot Hose,
CMW,
the Sonics,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fugs,
The Associates,
Ituana,
Yazoo,
The Dead C,
Slick Rick,
Spoonie Gee,
MC5,
Duran Duran,
Anakelly,
Faraquet,
Black Pus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The American Breed,
Procol Harum,
Quantec,
Porter Ricks,
Bad Manners,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eli Mardock,
The Mojo Men,
Massinfluence,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pierre Henry,
Unwound,
Pere Ubu,
China Crisis,
Fluxion,
Brick,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.