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 Macedonia and from Manila.
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 Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Piero Umiliani to the electroclash 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Arcadia,
Warsaw,
Arthur Verocai,
Monks,
The Fall,
Hoover,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Audionom,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gladiators,
Mr. Review,
Parry Music,
X-102,
Index,
Main Source,
Kerri Chandler,
Flamin' Groovies,
Franke,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Youth Brigade,
Cecil Taylor,
Eden Ahbez,
Nico,
The Neon Judgement,
Sparks,
Crooked Eye,
EPMD,
Radio Birdman,
Von Mondo,
Masters at Work,
Eric Dolphy,
the Human League,
Max Romeo,
Kayak,
Stockholm Monsters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Second Layer,
Moebius,
The Gories,
John Holt,
Thee Headcoats,
Pole,
Hardrive,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeru the Damaja,
Junior Murvin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pussy Galore,
Infiniti,
Animal Collective,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Techniques,
Gichy Dan,
Suicide,
Harmonia,
Can,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.