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 Lithuania and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Oneida to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Mark Hollis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Todd Rundgren,
In Retrospect,
World's Most,
EPMD,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Pretty Things,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Görl,
Eden Ahbez,
Ossler,
June Days,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Absolute Body Control,
The Names,
Toni Rubio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minny Pops,
Dual Sessions,
Buzzcocks,
Minutemen,
The Count Five,
Altered Images,
Peter & Gordon,
Morten Harket,
Bill Wells,
Barry Ungar,
the Swans,
Massinfluence,
Black Moon,
Jawbox,
Royal Trux,
Neil Young,
Hot Snakes,
T.S.O.L.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yellowson,
The Trojans,
Hashim,
The Angels of Light,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camberwell Now,
Rapeman,
The Young Rascals,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grey Daturas,
Outsiders,
the Bar-Kays,
Pantytec,
The Birthday Party,
Jeff Lynne,
F. McDonald,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Connie Case,
Agent Orange,
Lyres,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.