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 Switzerland and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Fluxion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Average White Band,
Suicide,
Duran Duran,
The Electric Prunes,
The Kinks,
Oneida,
OOIOO,
Anakelly,
Erykah Badu,
Tommy Roe,
Leonard Cohen,
Depeche Mode,
Lower 48,
Moebius,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
R.M.O.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Shuggie Otis,
Kerrie Biddell,
EPMD,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thompson Twins,
Magma,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Byrd,
The Litter,
Grauzone,
Saccharine Trust,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cramps,
Marc Almond,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Beau Brummels,
Johnny Clarke,
Faust,
Model 500,
LL Cool J,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Zeros,
Au Pairs,
Fugazi,
Lungfish,
Infiniti,
Lyres,
Bootsy Collins,
Surgeon,
Robert Görl,
Scientists,
Rufus Thomas,
Skriet,
Brass Construction,
The Trojans,
The Techniques,
Todd Rundgren,
Con Funk Shun,
Sixth Finger,
The Busters,
Ponytail,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.