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 Indonesia and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Crispian St. Peters to the disco 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
The Five Americans,
MC5,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Christie,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Skatalites,
Siglo XX,
Soul Sonic Force,
Niagra,
Symarip,
The Misunderstood,
Skaos,
Q and Not U,
The Index,
Basic Channel,
Zero Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scott Walker,
Albert Ayler,
The Invisible,
Agent Orange,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Smiths,
Zapp,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Monolake,
Nirvana,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Au Pairs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wolf Eyes,
DJ Style,
The Golliwogs,
Mission of Burma,
Cecil Taylor,
Jerry's Kids,
Nick Fraelich,
Minutemen,
Inner City,
Jimmy McGriff,
Duran Duran,
Morten Harket,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wire,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
La Düsseldorf,
Moss Icon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stereo Dub,
Donald Byrd,
Eli Mardock,
Michelle Simonal,
Skarface,
Steve Hackett,
Jeff Mills,
The Cowsills,
Surgeon,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.