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 Niger and from Mumbai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Barrington Levy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Ornette Coleman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fatback Band,
the Germs,
Dennis Brown,
Whodini,
Slave,
Clear Light,
the Normal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chris Corsano,
Duran Duran,
Dead Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
This Heat,
The Real Kids,
Stockholm Monsters,
La Düsseldorf,
The Count Five,
Rapeman,
X-101,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skarface,
The Offenders,
Fear,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nation of Ulysses,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camberwell Now,
CMW,
Tim Buckley,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Cale,
Radiohead,
Zapp,
The J.B.'s,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kas Product,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ohio Players,
Unrelated Segments,
Tres Demented,
The Martian,
Sällskapet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Patti Smith,
The Smiths,
Electric Prunes,
John Coltrane,
The Misunderstood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
H. Thieme,
Scrapy,
Pantytec,
The Monochrome Set,
Suicide,
Gabor Szabo,
FM Einheit,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.