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 Senegal and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Mark Hollis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Hasil Adkins,
Erykah Badu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeff Lynne,
Half Japanese,
Average White Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aswad,
MC5,
The Knickerbockers,
Freddie Wadling,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chris & Cosey,
Peter and Kerry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Golliwogs,
Harmonia,
Minutemen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Section 25,
The New Christs,
Robert Wyatt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Don Cherry,
David Axelrod,
Warsaw,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dave Gahan,
Sparks,
Stetsasonic,
the Association,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dawn Penn,
Spoonie Gee,
Marmalade,
Soft Machine,
K-Klass,
Blake Baxter,
The Offenders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Groovy Waters,
Brothers Johnson,
Livin' Joy,
Trumans Water,
Surgeon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Searchers,
Fad Gadget,
Maleditus Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Franke,
Pulsallama,
The Moleskins,
Sex Pistols,
Q and Not U,
Silicon Teens,
Bill Near,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.