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 Malawi and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Young Rascals to the grime 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a synthesizer and a linndrum 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Country Teasers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Durutti Column,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare,
Moebius,
Urselle,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Funky Four + One,
Ituana,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soul Sonic Force,
David McCallum,
cv313,
The Busters,
X-102,
Ice-T,
F. McDonald,
Traffic Nightmare,
Liliput,
Gregory Isaacs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Easy Going,
Lower 48,
Neu!,
Panda Bear,
Can,
Simply Red,
The Sonics,
Main Source,
Eurythmics,
Danielle Patucci,
Warren Ellis,
Von Mondo,
Ultra Naté,
Rekid,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Womack,
Joe Finger,
Delon & Dalcan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Misunderstood,
Delta 5,
The Sisters of Mercy,
ABBA,
Piero Umiliani,
Amon Düül II,
Terrestrial Tones,
Graham Central Station,
Flash Fearless,
Porter Ricks,
The Monks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.