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 Switzerland and from Lagos.
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 Bremen and Lille.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Saints to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Fatback Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eli Mardock,
Roger Hodgson,
Bob Dylan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
A Certain Ratio,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Pretty Things,
The Fugs,
Black Bananas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Byrd,
Mark Hollis,
Zero Boys,
Kas Product,
The Smiths,
Ludus,
Scion,
Eric Copeland,
The Grass Roots,
The Names,
John Holt,
Gichy Dan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sarah Menescal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wire,
Gang of Four,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Funkadelic,
the Germs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terrestrial Tones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scratch Acid,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fad Gadget,
Ronnie Foster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Monks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Moon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arthur Verocai,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Los Fastidios,
Wasted Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
David McCallum,
Crispy Ambulance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Danielle Patucci,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radio Birdman,
Erykah Badu,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.