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 Laos and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 48th St. Collective to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rapeman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boz Scaggs,
Surgeon,
Laurel Aitken,
Darondo,
Hardrive,
Matthew Halsall,
Flipper,
Ohio Players,
Colin Newman,
MDC,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marmalade,
Gang Gang Dance,
8 Eyed Spy,
David Axelrod,
Gang of Four,
Nirvana,
Janne Schatter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Human League,
X-102,
Popol Vuh,
Tim Buckley,
The Move,
Kool Moe Dee,
La Düsseldorf,
Judy Mowatt,
Bronski Beat,
Eurythmics,
Crash Course in Science,
Bill Wells,
Massinfluence,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Leaves,
Nico,
John Foxx,
Jimmy McGriff,
Public Enemy,
The Techniques,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Coltrane,
Sixth Finger,
Heaven 17,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Slits,
Scratch Acid,
Japan,
Bluetip,
The Cramps,
Reagan Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sparks,
Anthony Braxton,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fortunes,
D'Angelo,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.