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 Nigeria and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Thee Headcoats to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Sex Pistols,
The Associates,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang of Four,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Sonics,
Minor Threat,
48th St. Collective,
Flamin' Groovies,
Steve Hackett,
Piero Umiliani,
Stereo Dub,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ronan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Faraquet,
The Fuzztones,
Ronnie Foster,
Sam Rivers,
Agitation Free,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Pop Group,
Junior Murvin,
Scion,
Jeff Mills,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Monks,
The Remains,
Wings,
Graham Central Station,
The Black Dice,
Grey Daturas,
The Zeros,
Al Stewart,
Lightning Bolt,
cv313,
Parry Music,
Sparks,
Sällskapet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Television Personalities,
Zero Boys,
Scientists,
Masters at Work,
Minny Pops,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Icehouse,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Drexciya,
Thee Headcoats,
Basic Channel,
Main Source,
Average White Band,
Loose Ends,
Blake Baxter,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.