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 Chad and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 Roger Hodgson 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wolf Eyes,
Talk Talk,
The Leaves,
Scott Walker,
Todd Rundgren,
T. Rex,
Guru Guru,
Inner City,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neu!,
Frankie Knuckles,
Prince Buster,
This Heat,
Monolake,
Sugar Minott,
Graham Central Station,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alton Ellis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Grass Roots,
Scan 7,
Simply Red,
Dennis Brown,
Buzzcocks,
Tim Buckley,
New Age Steppers,
Dawn Penn,
Dark Day,
Unrelated Segments,
Nico,
Duran Duran,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Bananas,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Laurel Aitken,
Ludus,
The Index,
The Wake,
The Slackers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mr. Review,
Loose Ends,
Parry Music,
kango's stein massive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ohio Players,
Drexciya,
Howard Jones,
The Dirtbombs,
Nick Fraelich,
World's Most,
Andrew Hill,
The Red Krayola,
Half Japanese,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boredoms,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.