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 Barbados 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Count Five to the disco 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Ten City,
Neu!,
The Vogues,
Rotary Connection,
Underground Resistance,
John Holt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hoover,
Don Cherry,
The Invisible,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
ABC,
Qualms,
Essential Logic,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Oneida,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Peter & Gordon,
Echospace,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grey Daturas,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter and Kerry,
Con Funk Shun,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Skaos,
Black Bananas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scientists,
Lower 48,
Bluetip,
This Heat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare,
Prince Buster,
Brass Construction,
X-Ray Spex,
Mary Jane Girls,
FM Einheit,
Jacques Brel,
Average White Band,
Reagan Youth,
the Association,
Albert Ayler,
Warren Ellis,
Bill Near,
Agent Orange,
Yaz,
Vainqueur,
Pole,
Eden Ahbez,
The Alarm Clocks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Coltrane,
Andrew Hill,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.