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 Togo and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gregory Isaacs to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Saccharine Trust,
The J.B.'s,
The Pretty Things,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rufus Thomas,
Stiv Bators,
Mary Jane Girls,
Patti Smith,
The Fire Engines,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Animal Collective,
Andrew Hill,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jacob Miller,
Second Layer,
The Cowsills,
Thompson Twins,
Marine Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sällskapet,
48th St. Collective,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moss Icon,
Altered Images,
The Tremeloes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Christie,
Radio Birdman,
Easy Going,
Faraquet,
Joyce Sims,
The Beau Brummels,
Max Romeo,
Negative Approach,
The American Breed,
Sixth Finger,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stetsasonic,
Technova,
The Detroit Cobras,
Circle Jerks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Kinks,
Moby Grape,
The Black Dice,
Brand Nubian,
The Smoke,
Harry Pussy,
Von Mondo,
Junior Murvin,
Amon Düül,
Blake Baxter,
Cheater Slicks,
Hot Snakes,
Suburban Knight,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.