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 the UAE and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Isaac Hayes to the rap 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
The Monks,
Moby Grape,
Radio Birdman,
The Cure,
Underground Resistance,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeff Lynne,
Roger Hodgson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Little Man,
Essential Logic,
Grauzone,
Prince Buster,
Drexciya,
ABC,
Porter Ricks,
The Stooges,
Cheater Slicks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David Bowie,
Heaven 17,
Chris Corsano,
Faraquet,
Procol Harum,
The Trojans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pylon,
Can,
Smog,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Derrick May,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Colin Newman,
Magma,
Jacob Miller,
Sällskapet,
Ultimate Spinach,
London Community Gospel Choir,
D'Angelo,
The Mummies,
Pantytec,
Scratch Acid,
Inner City,
The Pretty Things,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harry Pussy,
The Selecter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quantec,
Blossom Toes,
Tim Buckley,
Niagra,
Monolake,
The Mojo Men,
The Blackbyrds,
Sarah Menescal,
Wire,
Gong,
Reuben Wilson,
Simply Red,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.