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 Georgia and from Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 The Barracudas to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Youth Brigade,
Thee Headcoats,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lucky Dragons,
Big Daddy Kane,
Funkadelic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lee Hazlewood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Durutti Column,
New Age Steppers,
The Monks,
KRS-One,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Saints,
Ultimate Spinach,
Das Ding,
Lakeside,
Mad Mike,
Boredoms,
Stiv Bators,
Subhumans,
Heaven 17,
Reagan Youth,
Marine Girls,
ABC,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aaron Thompson,
Television,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultra Naté,
The Cramps,
Joy Division,
Stockholm Monsters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Flag,
Organ,
John Cale,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Motorama,
Brass Construction,
Prince Buster,
The Moody Blues,
Oneida,
The Offenders,
Adolescents,
Second Layer,
Arcadia,
Wasted Youth,
Soul II Soul,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Byrd,
Groovy Waters,
Matthew Bourne,
Desert Stars,
Faraquet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.