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 Israel and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 MDC to the grunge 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joe Finger,
Dawn Penn,
Aaron Thompson,
Kayak,
Eddi Front,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neil Young,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blossom Toes,
Animal Collective,
Rekid,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Duran Duran,
Mark Hollis,
Roy Ayers,
Youth Brigade,
Yaz,
Bill Wells,
The Doobie Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Görl,
Neu!,
Stiv Bators,
This Heat,
The Associates,
Talk Talk,
The Velvet Underground,
Cal Tjader,
Connie Case,
Sexual Harrassment,
T. Rex,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Zeros,
Soul Sonic Force,
Toni Rubio,
Pere Ubu,
Scion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jacques Brel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David McCallum,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Invisible,
Symarip,
Wings,
Trumans Water,
Bluetip,
Glenn Branca,
The Pop Group,
Popol Vuh,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Standells,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Accadde A,
the Human League,
Magazine,
Zero Boys,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.