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 Zimbabwe and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 Model 500 to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Roy Ayers,
Colin Newman,
Buzzcocks,
Radiohead,
Fear,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scott Walker,
Pierre Henry,
Theoretical Girls,
Mandrill,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eli Mardock,
Ossler,
Roger Hodgson,
Wings,
The Monks,
The Blues Magoos,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sandy B,
Donald Byrd,
Minnie Riperton,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Green,
Goldenarms,
48th St. Collective,
Public Enemy,
Yazoo,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cure,
Morten Harket,
a-ha,
Erasure,
Scientists,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Audionom,
Brass Construction,
Angry Samoans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Porter Ricks,
K-Klass,
This Heat,
Vainqueur,
Prince Buster,
The Neon Judgement,
Silicon Teens,
The United States of America,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mojo Men,
Absolute Body Control,
Liliput,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barry Ungar,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sister Nancy,
Slave,
Pussy Galore,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.