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 Gabon and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe 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 Gong to the disco 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Soft Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
cv313,
Circle Jerks,
The Tremeloes,
Nirvana,
Bobby Womack,
Von Mondo,
Oneida,
Das Ding,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joensuu 1685,
Rosa Yemen,
Cameo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Malaria!,
Donald Byrd,
Steve Hackett,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kas Product,
Blake Baxter,
Sex Pistols,
Brass Construction,
The Fall,
June Days,
Janne Schatter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cramps,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fatback Band,
The Last Poets,
Gastr Del Sol,
Easy Going,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brick,
Alison Limerick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flash Fearless,
Monolake,
The Slackers,
The Smoke,
Black Bananas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Pretty Things,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New York Dolls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yazoo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barclay James Harvest,
Parry Music,
Suicide,
The Move,
Eddi Front,
Icehouse,
the Swans,
X-102,
Prince Buster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Colin Newman,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.