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 Ghana and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 Normal to the rap 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Sunsets and Hearts,
In Retrospect,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
AZ,
Gong,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Real Kids,
Black Pus,
Faraquet,
Zapp,
China Crisis,
Bush Tetras,
Aloha Tigers,
Scratch Acid,
Stereo Dub,
The Monochrome Set,
Carl Craig,
Essential Logic,
The Offenders,
Q65,
Jacob Miller,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sällskapet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Japan,
Can,
Schoolly D,
the Bar-Kays,
Talk Talk,
EPMD,
the Soft Cell,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Erasure,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alton Ellis,
Barrington Levy,
Bronski Beat,
Bob Dylan,
Swans,
Pulsallama,
Tom Boy,
Pierre Henry,
June of 44,
Angry Samoans,
Alison Limerick,
Brothers Johnson,
The Human League,
The Fall,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fortunes,
Excepter,
Technova,
Cal Tjader,
Niagra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.