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 Iran and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Reuben Wilson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pierre Henry,
Camouflage,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fuzztones,
Radio Birdman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Siglo XX,
Rapeman,
Howard Jones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Trumans Water,
Metal Thangz,
Das Ding,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Searchers,
Sarah Menescal,
Darondo,
Index,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Magma,
Hasil Adkins,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minny Pops,
Ken Boothe,
LL Cool J,
The Gories,
The American Breed,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fire Engines,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aloha Tigers,
B.T. Express,
June Days,
Bootsy Collins,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dead C,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Red Krayola,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Associates,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ten City,
Bobby Womack,
Hardrive,
The Tremeloes,
Skriet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Unwound,
Roxy Music,
Accadde A,
Graham Central Station,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Echospace,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joe Smooth,
Quando Quango,
Hashim,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.