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 Mongolia and from Portland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 The Invisible to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
PIL,
Scott Walker,
The Residents,
Derrick May,
Michelle Simonal,
Fear,
The Searchers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skarface,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Kinks,
Hardrive,
Reuben Wilson,
JFA,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fire Engines,
Mark Hollis,
Q and Not U,
Neu!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Carl Craig,
Niagra,
Average White Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Easy Going,
Das Ding,
The Move,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Normal,
Sight & Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Skatalites,
Maleditus Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Joensuu 1685,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Buckinghams,
The Trojans,
The Golliwogs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yaz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nik Kershaw,
Thee Headcoats,
Laurel Aitken,
Ken Boothe,
Brass Construction,
The Vogues,
Goldenarms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cameo,
H. Thieme,
Parry Music,
Rakim,
The Gap Band,
Chrome,
Monks,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.