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 Grenada and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The J.B.'s to the punk 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Roy Ayers,
Don Cherry,
Mars,
Derrick Morgan,
Bauhaus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultimate Spinach,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pierre Henry,
Fluxion,
Danielle Patucci,
Bluetip,
Ultravox,
Wolf Eyes,
X-102,
a-ha,
Hoover,
Basic Channel,
Mark Hollis,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Byrd,
Ponytail,
Chris Corsano,
Infiniti,
The Standells,
Leonard Cohen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joy Division,
Saccharine Trust,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roxette,
Pantaleimon,
Tom Boy,
Brand Nubian,
Y Pants,
Los Fastidios,
Tears for Fears,
Gabor Szabo,
Marc Almond,
Rapeman,
EPMD,
Tim Buckley,
Jerry's Kids,
The Music Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Cluster,
Jeff Lynne,
Flipper,
Outsiders,
Zero Boys,
Talk Talk,
Fugazi,
Eddi Front,
The Techniques,
Ossler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.