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 Portugal and from Stockholm.
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 Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
This Heat,
Jacques Brel,
Wally Richardson,
New Age Steppers,
Bill Near,
Iggy Pop,
The Standells,
The Busters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joe Finger,
Bobbi Humphrey,
June Days,
Roxette,
Depeche Mode,
Althea and Donna,
Oneida,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Unwound,
Kenny Larkin,
Minnie Riperton,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Pus,
Tres Demented,
Minny Pops,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quadrant,
Gang Starr,
The Walker Brothers,
Siglo XX,
KRS-One,
Sun City Girls,
Make Up,
Erykah Badu,
OOIOO,
Spoonie Gee,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Groovy Waters,
D'Angelo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rotary Connection,
Barrington Levy,
The Count Five,
The Evens,
PIL,
Vainqueur,
Loose Ends,
Soft Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
Chrome,
Laurel Aitken,
Fela Kuti,
Boredoms,
Absolute Body Control,
UT,
The Moody Blues,
Skarface,
Outsiders,
H. Thieme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.