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 Macedonia and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Blossom Toes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
T. Rex,
Neu!,
Bobby Sherman,
DJ Style,
Davy DMX,
Jeru the Damaja,
Warsaw,
Arthur Verocai,
Kaleidoscope,
Joey Negro,
10cc,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
a-ha,
Clear Light,
Hot Snakes,
Intrusion,
Organ,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Wyatt,
John Cale,
Harmonia,
Heaven 17,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric Dolphy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nirvana,
The Fugs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Count Five,
Average White Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Golliwogs,
Deepchord,
The Invisible,
Technova,
Yaz,
The Stooges,
Black Bananas,
The Fire Engines,
Tres Demented,
The Techniques,
kango's stein massive,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bill Wells,
Yazoo,
Yellowson,
Lucky Dragons,
Jandek,
the Human League,
Eli Mardock,
The Blackbyrds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terry Callier,
Darondo,
Rakim,
Kerri Chandler,
Royal Trux,
David Axelrod,
Oneida,
Trumans Water,
Outsiders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.