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 Russia and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Ituana to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
The Star Department,
Negative Approach,
The Count Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barbara Tucker,
Mantronix,
Bush Tetras,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Sonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wally Richardson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Talk Talk,
The Moody Blues,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Simply Red,
Althea and Donna,
Fad Gadget,
Goldenarms,
The Blues Magoos,
The Stooges,
Pagans,
Sister Nancy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mad Mike,
Danielle Patucci,
Eli Mardock,
Television Personalities,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mummies,
World's Most,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeff Mills,
Siglo XX,
Oneida,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül,
Matthew Halsall,
Rekid,
Niagra,
Cluster,
Brothers Johnson,
Quadrant,
Eden Ahbez,
Brass Construction,
Maleditus Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Soul II Soul,
Lucky Dragons,
EPMD,
Donny Hathaway,
Jacob Miller,
The Toasters,
Todd Terry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Livin' Joy,
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.