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 Malaysia and from Johannesburg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 J.B.'s to the punk 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Maleditus Sound,
Slick Rick,
The Raincoats,
Minutemen,
The Blues Magoos,
Glenn Branca,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Pere Ubu,
Metal Thangz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cal Tjader,
The Wake,
Lee Hazlewood,
E-Dancer,
Boredoms,
Reagan Youth,
The Black Dice,
The Pretty Things,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Litter,
La Düsseldorf,
Pantaleimon,
The Grass Roots,
Television Personalities,
Nils Olav,
Black Bananas,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Zero Boys,
Roy Ayers,
Clear Light,
Terry Callier,
Fad Gadget,
The Alarm Clocks,
Donald Byrd,
The Offenders,
Dave Gahan,
Rakim,
Dual Sessions,
Sällskapet,
Minor Threat,
Dennis Brown,
Drexciya,
Roxette,
Negative Approach,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lakeside,
Mark Hollis,
Saccharine Trust,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mission of Burma,
Bad Manners,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.