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 Lesotho and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
The Gap Band,
Dawn Penn,
Lungfish,
The Detroit Cobras,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Whodini,
The Slits,
The Angels of Light,
Nico,
Jeru the Damaja,
FM Einheit,
Minor Threat,
MDC,
Fatback Band,
Lower 48,
Peter and Kerry,
The Divine Comedy,
T.S.O.L.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Silicon Teens,
Camberwell Now,
Ken Boothe,
Brand Nubian,
Barrington Levy,
Leonard Cohen,
Prince Buster,
Nik Kershaw,
Boogie Down Productions,
Malaria!,
Fear,
Tres Demented,
Intrusion,
Patti Smith,
Flipper,
The Remains,
Joe Smooth,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gladiators,
Skarface,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed,
Hoover,
Spoonie Gee,
The Selecter,
The Walker Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Cale,
Mantronix,
John Holt,
Kayak,
Scrapy,
Joey Negro,
DJ Sneak,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeff Lynne,
Hashim,
The Beau Brummels,
the Normal,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.