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 Angola and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Funky Four + One to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Steve Hackett,
Newcleus,
Althea and Donna,
H. Thieme,
Piero Umiliani,
Amazonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Josef K,
John Cale,
Bill Wells,
Tom Boy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lakeside,
Chrome,
Terry Callier,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Faust,
Half Japanese,
The Standells,
Minutemen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chris Corsano,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neu!,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ponytail,
Sister Nancy,
The Remains,
Negative Approach,
The Angels of Light,
Schoolly D,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ornette Coleman,
Q and Not U,
The Stooges,
Trumans Water,
Brothers Johnson,
Funkadelic,
Jacques Brel,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Pus,
Eddi Front,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Sheep,
The Fuzztones,
Bob Dylan,
Sam Rivers,
Rekid,
Curtis Mayfield,
Babytalk,
Livin' Joy,
MDC,
Khruangbin,
Qualms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yellowson,
Ken Boothe,
The Young Rascals,
Absolute Body Control,
Bootsy Collins,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.