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 Sri Lanka and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marshall Jefferson to the electroclash 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jacob Miller,
Cymande,
The Moleskins,
Smog,
Metal Thangz,
Boz Scaggs,
Jandek,
Man Parrish,
Danielle Patucci,
Whodini,
AZ,
The Fuzztones,
Sun City Girls,
Zero Boys,
Arcadia,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ohio Players,
These Immortal Souls,
Intrusion,
Pussy Galore,
MC5,
Lucky Dragons,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dirtbombs,
Alison Limerick,
Ponytail,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cure,
The Saints,
Drexciya,
Lalann,
Bluetip,
Bobby Sherman,
Radiohead,
Howard Jones,
Pulsallama,
Fat Boys,
The Pop Group,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radiopuhelimet,
Schoolly D,
Eric B and Rakim,
New Age Steppers,
Duran Duran,
Clear Light,
Nik Kershaw,
Scan 7,
Dawn Penn,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Stooges,
Rapeman,
Bill Wells,
The Golliwogs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Magazine,
The Leaves,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.