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 Turkey and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dead C to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Boz Scaggs,
Basic Channel,
The Remains,
the Germs,
Swell Maps,
Make Up,
Metal Thangz,
The Gap Band,
The Barracudas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Procol Harum,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Hood,
Tim Buckley,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Names,
the Swans,
Tommy Roe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Techniques,
Soft Cell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chrome,
Byron Stingily,
Eddi Front,
Nik Kershaw,
Juan Atkins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The J.B.'s,
Altered Images,
ABC,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Buzzcocks,
Agent Orange,
Jeff Lynne,
Barry Ungar,
A Certain Ratio,
the Bar-Kays,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Görl,
Rekid,
Fat Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sällskapet,
Index,
John Lydon,
Roger Hodgson,
Rosa Yemen,
Cameo,
Crime,
Toni Rubio,
Alison Limerick,
The Dirtbombs,
Q and Not U,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Underground Resistance,
The Moleskins,
The Happenings,
Hardrive,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.