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 Senegal and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the dance 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brick,
Barrington Levy,
Joyce Sims,
Throbbing Gristle,
LL Cool J,
The Index,
Animal Collective,
Bush Tetras,
The Fugs,
Neu!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wally Richardson,
Cecil Taylor,
Fatback Band,
Sister Nancy,
Hot Snakes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
KRS-One,
the Slits,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-102,
the Normal,
Scott Walker,
Liliput,
The Mojo Men,
The Wake,
Eve St. Jones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Underground Resistance,
Reagan Youth,
The Toasters,
Theoretical Girls,
Tres Demented,
Interpol,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Womack,
Steve Hackett,
Half Japanese,
Cheater Slicks,
Zero Boys,
Toni Rubio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rakim,
Royal Trux,
B.T. Express,
DNA,
Grauzone,
Suicide,
Skriet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Invisible,
Dark Day,
Charles Mingus,
U.S. Maple,
Jesper Dahlback,
Zapp,
The Gap Band,
Wasted Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.