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 Denmark 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Fuzztones to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Supertramp,
Donald Byrd,
F. McDonald,
The Monochrome Set,
The Associates,
Rites of Spring,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fatback Band,
Mark Hollis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Saccharine Trust,
Traffic Nightmare,
UT,
Iggy Pop,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hasil Adkins,
Brass Construction,
Bang On A Can,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Kinks,
John Lydon,
The Leaves,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ronan,
These Immortal Souls,
Tim Buckley,
The Monks,
Soft Cell,
The Blues Magoos,
The Zeros,
Skriet,
Peter and Kerry,
Yazoo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Black Dice,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vainqueur,
Half Japanese,
The Durutti Column,
Slick Rick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cal Tjader,
Basic Channel,
Pagans,
Severed Heads,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Toasters,
Scott Walker,
Fluxion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sound,
Masters at Work,
Dave Gahan,
The Evens,
Glenn Branca,
Echospace,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amon Düül,
Harmonia,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.