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 United Kingdom and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joensuu 1685 to the crunk 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Steve Hackett,
Clear Light,
One Last Wish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Association,
The Leaves,
The Human League,
Porter Ricks,
Sugar Minott,
Intrusion,
Massinfluence,
Masters at Work,
Surgeon,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fuzztones,
Skaos,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ohio Players,
Jacob Miller,
The Cowsills,
Funkadelic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amon Düül II,
Yaz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chrome,
Whodini,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Depeche Mode,
Lyres,
The Evens,
Andrew Hill,
Franke,
Sixth Finger,
The Mojo Men,
Peter and Kerry,
Suicide,
Swans,
The Beau Brummels,
Tom Boy,
Pagans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Remains,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultravox,
Quantec,
U.S. Maple,
Jeff Lynne,
D'Angelo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dark Day,
Lungfish,
Cal Tjader,
Japan,
DJ Sneak,
Anthony Braxton,
Skriet,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.