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 Ivory Coast and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Girls At Our Best! to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Derrick Morgan,
Arcadia,
Ludus,
Angry Samoans,
Pere Ubu,
Donny Hathaway,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Görl,
Black Pus,
The Barracudas,
Thompson Twins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camouflage,
Sight & Sound,
Tommy Roe,
The Offenders,
Wally Richardson,
Glenn Branca,
Slave,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mandrill,
The Associates,
The Monks,
Ultra Naté,
Y Pants,
Drexciya,
Minor Threat,
The Invisible,
The Red Krayola,
The Grass Roots,
Pylon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Leonard Cohen,
Silicon Teens,
Erasure,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Basic Channel,
The American Breed,
Oblivians,
Sly & The Family Stone,
James White and The Blacks,
Roxette,
The Star Department,
Soulsonic Force,
Nik Kershaw,
Don Cherry,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Standells,
Scion,
Section 25,
Kas Product,
Public Enemy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
World's Most,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.