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 France and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Leonard Cohen to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Christie,
Don Cherry,
The Pop Group,
Drexciya,
Flipper,
Soft Cell,
The Monochrome Set,
Soul II Soul,
Sparks,
Infiniti,
Unwound,
Malaria!,
Reuben Wilson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultra Naté,
Quantec,
Organ,
Saccharine Trust,
The Tremeloes,
Nils Olav,
CMW,
Trumans Water,
Depeche Mode,
Hardrive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Young Marble Giants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Blackbyrds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Howard Jones,
The Move,
Kas Product,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Niagra,
Boz Scaggs,
New Order,
Peter & Gordon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DJ Sneak,
Mission of Burma,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jimmy McGriff,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bluetip,
The Victims,
Peter and Kerry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Accadde A,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Walker Brothers,
K-Klass,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Association,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sound,
The Kinks,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.