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 Senegal and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
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 spring reverb 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 Smog to the rap 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Little Man,
Bad Manners,
Sandy B,
Magma,
Dawn Penn,
Minny Pops,
Boz Scaggs,
Make Up,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scan 7,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Popol Vuh,
Minutemen,
Judy Mowatt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fall,
Sarah Menescal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eden Ahbez,
Cal Tjader,
Rekid,
The Sound,
Joe Finger,
The New Christs,
Metal Thangz,
Mandrill,
The Velvet Underground,
Barbara Tucker,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mars,
Pierre Henry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Don Cherry,
The Blues Magoos,
Schoolly D,
This Heat,
Pulsallama,
The Modern Lovers,
Matthew Bourne,
Maurizio,
June of 44,
E-Dancer,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cowsills,
Cameo,
David McCallum,
Silicon Teens,
Masters at Work,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fire Engines,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Detroit Cobras,
Loose Ends,
Y Pants,
Kenny Larkin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kool Moe Dee,
DJ Sneak,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.