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 East Timor and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the organ 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 Eve St. Jones to the grime 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Crash Course in Science,
Technova,
Quantec,
The Mojo Men,
Easy Going,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Underground Resistance,
Ponytail,
The Mummies,
The Zeros,
The Knickerbockers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thee Headcoats,
X-Ray Spex,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Godley & Creme,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oblivians,
Liliput,
Harmonia,
Cymande,
Tommy Roe,
Vainqueur,
Average White Band,
The Golliwogs,
Electric Prunes,
U.S. Maple,
The Electric Prunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Henry Cow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bizarre Inc.,
Saccharine Trust,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Young Marble Giants,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eden Ahbez,
Half Japanese,
Stiv Bators,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Angry Samoans,
Television,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fugs,
Panda Bear,
Minny Pops,
The Skatalites,
Moebius,
The Sonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.