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 Greece 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pole 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Roger Hodgson,
Jerry's Kids,
The Tremeloes,
Ken Boothe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amon Düül,
The Motions,
Zapp,
Aloha Tigers,
The Blackbyrds,
Urselle,
Nik Kershaw,
Rites of Spring,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sixth Finger,
The Stooges,
Y Pants,
Icehouse,
Jeru the Damaja,
Television Personalities,
Eve St. Jones,
Hot Snakes,
Qualms,
Nick Fraelich,
Nico,
The Fortunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lucky Dragons,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-101,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Japan,
Chris Corsano,
Kas Product,
Porter Ricks,
The Mojo Men,
Average White Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tres Demented,
Reagan Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Searchers,
Angry Samoans,
Camouflage,
Freddie Wadling,
Whodini,
T. Rex,
Bobby Sherman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Christie,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Warren Ellis,
The Electric Prunes,
Aaron Thompson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mantronix,
X-102,
Organ,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.