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 Cameroon and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 Monks to the dance 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Adolescents,
Organ,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Leonard Cohen,
Henry Cow,
Ituana,
The Last Poets,
Deakin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roger Hodgson,
Cybotron,
Soft Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
Fatback Band,
EPMD,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ponytail,
Ohio Players,
Moebius,
Fluxion,
Black Bananas,
Liliput,
Guru Guru,
Juan Atkins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Funky Four + One,
John Cale,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
Public Enemy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Television,
The Kinks,
The Toasters,
In Retrospect,
Joy Division,
Funkadelic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Khruangbin,
A Certain Ratio,
Kurtis Blow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pussy Galore,
Quando Quango,
DJ Sneak,
Dead Boys,
Camouflage,
The Barracudas,
Charles Mingus,
Alphaville,
Duran Duran,
Groovy Waters,
Idris Muhammad,
Kas Product,
Sixth Finger,
Little Man,
Livin' Joy,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang of Four,
The Electric Prunes,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.