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 Switzerland and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the grime 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Rotary Connection,
New York Dolls,
Derrick May,
The Wake,
The Index,
Con Funk Shun,
Von Mondo,
The Gladiators,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bush Tetras,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Human League,
Joe Smooth,
Fat Boys,
Black Flag,
The Mojo Men,
H. Thieme,
Angry Samoans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Metal Thangz,
Harry Pussy,
Steve Hackett,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ossler,
T. Rex,
Negative Approach,
Black Sheep,
Sparks,
The Pretty Things,
Japan,
Das Ding,
Lebanon Hanover,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deakin,
The Kinks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sixth Finger,
The Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Beau Brummels,
The Tremeloes,
Crash Course in Science,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gabor Szabo,
Derrick Morgan,
Dark Day,
Blancmange,
Yazoo,
Brick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Slits,
Zero Boys,
Animal Collective,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aaron Thompson,
Prince Buster,
Flamin' Groovies,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.