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 Moldova and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jacob Miller to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Whodini,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ludus,
Bob Dylan,
Laurel Aitken,
Henry Cow,
Kaleidoscope,
Youth Brigade,
Amon Düül II,
Rakim,
The Red Krayola,
Adolescents,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crime,
Flash Fearless,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Drive Like Jehu,
Suicide,
Traffic Nightmare,
Basic Channel,
Archie Shepp,
Harpers Bizarre,
Monolake,
The Seeds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Zeros,
Unwound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Magma,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Banda Bassotti,
Moebius,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-101,
Camberwell Now,
Angry Samoans,
ABC,
Slick Rick,
Babytalk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Severed Heads,
Can,
OOIOO,
Godley & Creme,
The Buckinghams,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Saccharine Trust,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Green,
Joey Negro,
Supertramp,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Country Teasers,
Porter Ricks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Newcleus,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.