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 Mexico and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Minnie Riperton to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Roy Ayers,
Tres Demented,
La Düsseldorf,
T. Rex,
Mo-Dettes,
Mission of Burma,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Hood,
Dark Day,
Eric Copeland,
Black Moon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric Dolphy,
Brand Nubian,
Fat Boys,
Yazoo,
The Neon Judgement,
Sonic Youth,
Underground Resistance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hoover,
Minnie Riperton,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nico,
Unrelated Segments,
Pagans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fugazi,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Starr,
Fatback Band,
Cal Tjader,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moss Icon,
Ultra Naté,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dual Sessions,
Boredoms,
Smog,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tears for Fears,
The Cure,
Barrington Levy,
The Move,
Joyce Sims,
Crime,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Zapp,
Radiohead,
Goldenarms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hardrive,
Y Pants,
Ponytail,
Guru Guru,
Aloha Tigers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.