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 El Salvador and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Cybotron to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
The Pop Group,
Johnny Osbourne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fela Kuti,
Scion,
Inner City,
Crooked Eye,
Brick,
The Human League,
Bad Manners,
Gichy Dan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Angels of Light,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed,
Interpol,
Average White Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Isaac Hayes,
Rites of Spring,
John Coltrane,
The Young Rascals,
Pere Ubu,
Metal Thangz,
Simply Red,
The United States of America,
Grandmaster Flash,
Angry Samoans,
The Dead C,
Jacob Miller,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sixth Finger,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Second Layer,
Qualms,
Black Bananas,
Jandek,
Smog,
Quando Quango,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Infiniti,
Ken Boothe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thompson Twins,
Tommy Roe,
Urselle,
Pulsallama,
Terry Callier,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joey Negro,
a-ha,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rapeman,
The Litter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Unrelated Segments,
The Happenings,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.