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 Ethiopia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Glasgow and Calgary.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 F. McDonald to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wings,
Gang Gang Dance,
Slave,
The American Breed,
the Human League,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Livin' Joy,
E-Dancer,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Motorama,
Oblivians,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Associates,
Malaria!,
cv313,
Soulsonic Force,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skaos,
the Bar-Kays,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
KRS-One,
Index,
Ultimate Spinach,
These Immortal Souls,
Magazine,
Mo-Dettes,
Crooked Eye,
Bootsy Collins,
Sonic Youth,
Grey Daturas,
Icehouse,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
U.S. Maple,
Soul II Soul,
Can,
Silicon Teens,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Görl,
The Slackers,
Pole,
The Moleskins,
Arcadia,
Drexciya,
Scientists,
Deadbeat,
The Techniques,
The United States of America,
Metal Thangz,
Tommy Roe,
The Knickerbockers,
Nik Kershaw,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fugs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DNA,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Golliwogs,
Aaron Thompson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.