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 United Kingdom and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scott Walker to the jazz 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Sight & Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Roy Ayers,
Ronan,
Chrome,
Nirvana,
The Stooges,
Boredoms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lower 48,
Zero Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Little Man,
Soul II Soul,
The American Breed,
Funky Four + One,
Ohio Players,
Scratch Acid,
Black Sheep,
Brothers Johnson,
Harry Pussy,
Bronski Beat,
the Slits,
Roxette,
Motorama,
Hoover,
Robert Wyatt,
Moss Icon,
Mad Mike,
Index,
Agitation Free,
Soul Sonic Force,
Juan Atkins,
Donny Hathaway,
Drexciya,
Model 500,
Fear,
Bootsy Collins,
Godley & Creme,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gap Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Country Teasers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Soft Cell,
Anthony Braxton,
Alison Limerick,
The Real Kids,
AZ,
Mo-Dettes,
Organ,
The Wake,
Q and Not U,
Yazoo,
Steve Hackett,
Iggy Pop,
John Lydon,
Rotary Connection,
Soulsonic Force,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.