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 Mongolia and from Tokyo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Steve Hackett to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Talk Talk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Move,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thompson Twins,
Chris & Cosey,
Sparks,
Toni Rubio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
Cluster,
Inner City,
The Red Krayola,
Reagan Youth,
Groovy Waters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deadbeat,
Rotary Connection,
Technova,
the Slits,
Negative Approach,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neu!,
Black Moon,
Erasure,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eurythmics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
Carl Craig,
Moebius,
Jerry's Kids,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grandmaster Flash,
Prince Buster,
The New Christs,
The Smiths,
The Fortunes,
Quando Quango,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tubeway Army,
T.S.O.L.,
The Misunderstood,
Joyce Sims,
Eddi Front,
Make Up,
Crispy Ambulance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minor Threat,
Lindisfarne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blake Baxter,
John Coltrane,
Metal Thangz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nico,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.