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 Estonia and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Average White Band to the disco 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Amon Düül II,
KRS-One,
Gastr Del Sol,
Suburban Knight,
Alice Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Toasters,
Magma,
Rekid,
The Doobie Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ituana,
Fear,
John Holt,
D'Angelo,
Skarface,
Rosa Yemen,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Cale,
Sight & Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Crooked Eye,
The Young Rascals,
Scion,
Pet Shop Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
ABBA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dead C,
The Monochrome Set,
Blossom Toes,
Dawn Penn,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fortunes,
Matthew Bourne,
Subhumans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marmalade,
The Stooges,
Jeff Mills,
Eve St. Jones,
Marine Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Organ,
Tom Boy,
Robert Görl,
Roxette,
Sonic Youth,
Quadrant,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mars,
The Litter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
One Last Wish,
Vainqueur,
the Normal,
The Associates,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.