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 Cyprus and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Delta 5 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Grauzone,
Ice-T,
Livin' Joy,
Man Parrish,
The Happenings,
Ossler,
Aural Exciters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
These Immortal Souls,
Monolake,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boz Scaggs,
DNA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fat Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
World's Most,
Roxy Music,
A Certain Ratio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Sheep,
Mad Mike,
Steve Hackett,
MDC,
Lee Hazlewood,
Basic Channel,
Ornette Coleman,
Scott Walker,
X-102,
Liliput,
Rod Modell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arcadia,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
June Days,
The Selecter,
Zero Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Supertramp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cymande,
MC5,
Skarface,
Anakelly,
Radiohead,
Delon & Dalcan,
David Axelrod,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
UT,
Deadbeat,
The Moleskins,
The Gun Club,
Alice Coltrane,
Niagra,
Henry Cow,
Aswad,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Smog,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.