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 Fiji and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Q65 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Peter & Gordon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Toasters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brand Nubian,
Monks,
Bobby Byrd,
T.S.O.L.,
Mr. Review,
Chrome,
The Smoke,
Wasted Youth,
Whodini,
Big Daddy Kane,
Motorama,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Moon,
The Mojo Men,
Sandy B,
Echospace,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Suicide,
Animal Collective,
Warsaw,
Derrick May,
Lower 48,
Q65,
Suburban Knight,
Sexual Harrassment,
Masters at Work,
Shoche,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chris Corsano,
Barrington Levy,
Robert Görl,
The Music Machine,
Minutemen,
Unwound,
the Bar-Kays,
Derrick Morgan,
Spandau Ballet,
Blossom Toes,
The Dead C,
Girls At Our Best!,
H. Thieme,
Clear Light,
The Motions,
Peter and Kerry,
Zapp,
Babytalk,
Leonard Cohen,
Monolake,
Lindisfarne,
Eden Ahbez,
Arcadia,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.