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 Mozambique and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 Public Enemy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Average White Band,
Lindisfarne,
The Doobie Brothers,
CMW,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Starr,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Swans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Sam Rivers,
Althea and Donna,
Byron Stingily,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Selecter,
Crash Course in Science,
Cluster,
Masters at Work,
Minutemen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Television Personalities,
Sonic Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mummies,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lyres,
Television,
Theoretical Girls,
the Germs,
Aural Exciters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter and Kerry,
Roy Ayers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Birthday Party,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mojo Men,
Reagan Youth,
Skarface,
The Smiths,
Newcleus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Slits,
The Doors,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chrome,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed,
The Zeros,
China Crisis,
The Trojans,
Ten City,
X-Ray Spex,
8 Eyed Spy,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.