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 Costa Rica and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
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 guitar 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 The Gap Band to the dance 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
The Star Department,
UT,
The Doors,
Sandy B,
Prince Buster,
Boredoms,
The Searchers,
T. Rex,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roxy Music,
a-ha,
Slave,
Barrington Levy,
The Techniques,
Erykah Badu,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Litter,
Black Sheep,
Thompson Twins,
The Fall,
Barclay James Harvest,
Public Enemy,
Minor Threat,
Excepter,
Buzzcocks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Reuben Wilson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aswad,
Dennis Brown,
One Last Wish,
Johnny Clarke,
Surgeon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Junior Murvin,
Absolute Body Control,
The Blackbyrds,
Eden Ahbez,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stereo Dub,
Fugazi,
Technova,
Brothers Johnson,
Scion,
The Happenings,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Young Rascals,
Glenn Branca,
Soul II Soul,
Barry Ungar,
Bush Tetras,
Camberwell Now,
Tres Demented,
John Cale,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Five Americans,
Echospace,
Wolf Eyes,
Gichy Dan,
The Pop Group,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.