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 Bahamas and from Shanghai.
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 Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Infiniti to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Tres Demented,
Kayak,
Harmonia,
Reuben Wilson,
Radiohead,
Swans,
Bronski Beat,
Derrick May,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arcadia,
Niagra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Womack,
KRS-One,
The Standells,
Trumans Water,
Goldenarms,
Hashim,
Archie Shepp,
Piero Umiliani,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jacques Brel,
D'Angelo,
Skaos,
Neu!,
Black Sheep,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Agitation Free,
Sun City Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
B.T. Express,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aloha Tigers,
T. Rex,
Thee Headcoats,
Sex Pistols,
Ice-T,
Neil Young,
The Index,
Stockholm Monsters,
Panda Bear,
The Music Machine,
The Motions,
The Zeros,
The Techniques,
Leonard Cohen,
Funky Four + One,
Pylon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Whodini,
Yusef Lateef,
Fela Kuti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nick Fraelich,
Ronnie Foster,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Wyatt,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.