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 Ivory Coast and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 The Monochrome Set to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Newcleus,
John Holt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Little Man,
Motorama,
Kool Moe Dee,
Darondo,
Blancmange,
The Gun Club,
Matthew Halsall,
Minutemen,
World's Most,
The Dirtbombs,
Nik Kershaw,
Hot Snakes,
Flash Fearless,
Subhumans,
Warsaw,
Peter & Gordon,
The Last Poets,
Sexual Harrassment,
La Düsseldorf,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Real Kids,
Man Parrish,
Symarip,
Joe Finger,
H. Thieme,
Youth Brigade,
kango's stein massive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pantaleimon,
Fat Boys,
The Litter,
Groovy Waters,
The Mummies,
Carl Craig,
In Retrospect,
David Axelrod,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Association,
The Slackers,
Japan,
Harmonia,
EPMD,
Roxy Music,
The Move,
Lebanon Hanover,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Flag,
Johnny Osbourne,
Derrick May,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Easy Going,
Anakelly,
Nirvana,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.