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 Ivory Coast and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Moon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Altered Images,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Leaves,
Von Mondo,
Pierre Henry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Glenn Branca,
Au Pairs,
Bill Wells,
Fugazi,
Procol Harum,
China Crisis,
Ten City,
Josef K,
Todd Rundgren,
Bush Tetras,
Gabor Szabo,
Funky Four + One,
Jacob Miller,
The Fire Engines,
Quando Quango,
The Human League,
Babytalk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lyres,
Ronan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Magazine,
Blancmange,
Maleditus Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
World's Most,
Youth Brigade,
Morten Harket,
Visage,
Eve St. Jones,
Chris & Cosey,
Steve Hackett,
The Dirtbombs,
The Birthday Party,
Gregory Isaacs,
Underground Resistance,
Sound Behaviour,
Desert Stars,
Scan 7,
Chris Corsano,
Surgeon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dorothy Ashby,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ossler,
Aswad,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sam Rivers,
New York Dolls,
Alton Ellis,
Supertramp,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.