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 Marshall Islands and from London.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Alison Limerick to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cowsills,
David McCallum,
The Gories,
Supertramp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lightning Bolt,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Pus,
Goldenarms,
Neil Young,
Mission of Burma,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fugs,
Icehouse,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Wake,
Nation of Ulysses,
Loose Ends,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeff Lynne,
Desert Stars,
The Slits,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ken Boothe,
Rosa Yemen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Junior Murvin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Matthew Bourne,
Aaron Thompson,
Flipper,
Deepchord,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Smoke,
The Martian,
10cc,
Echospace,
Kurtis Blow,
Howard Jones,
The Gladiators,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Girls At Our Best!,
Suicide,
Black Moon,
The Angels of Light,
Joyce Sims,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aural Exciters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Half Japanese,
Sun City Girls,
Main Source,
Rites of Spring,
Cluster,
Bad Manners,
Radiohead,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.