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 Antigua 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Donald Fagen 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 Tropical Tobacco to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gladiators,
Icehouse,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Saints,
Kas Product,
Kurtis Blow,
Brick,
The Gap Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Man Parrish,
Michelle Simonal,
Duran Duran,
Tubeway Army,
Faust,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Groovy Waters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wally Richardson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vladislav Delay,
the Sonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
LL Cool J,
The Fortunes,
Joyce Sims,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Busters,
Massinfluence,
Mr. Review,
Amon Düül,
Clear Light,
Jandek,
Bronski Beat,
The Monks,
Agitation Free,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Hood,
Faraquet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
48th St. Collective,
The Gun Club,
The Kinks,
John Lydon,
Agent Orange,
Wings,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crispy Ambulance,
H. Thieme,
Blake Baxter,
Crash Course in Science,
Camberwell Now,
The Cure,
Public Enemy,
Kaleidoscope,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.