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 Guyana and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Girls At Our Best! to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Technova,
The Fire Engines,
Steve Hackett,
Wasted Youth,
Blossom Toes,
Gregory Isaacs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Barracudas,
Dark Day,
Mandrill,
H. Thieme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Knickerbockers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Human League,
Max Romeo,
Kerri Chandler,
New Order,
Au Pairs,
X-101,
Jandek,
Crime,
Minor Threat,
Yellowson,
Sparks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
This Heat,
Scratch Acid,
PIL,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rakim,
Basic Channel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gong,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sam Rivers,
Television,
Index,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Divine Comedy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
A Certain Ratio,
Don Cherry,
The Cramps,
The Grass Roots,
Unwound,
Smog,
Echospace,
the Slits,
Minutemen,
Quando Quango,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Hood,
Sun Ra,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.