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 Poland and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Kayak to the punk 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Depeche Mode,
John Coltrane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fugazi,
Rufus Thomas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Youth Brigade,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barry Ungar,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Franke,
Tomorrow,
Ponytail,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deadbeat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gong,
Aswad,
Eric Copeland,
Wally Richardson,
Jawbox,
Glenn Branca,
Tom Boy,
Infiniti,
Ronan,
Symarip,
The Evens,
Vladislav Delay,
The Angels of Light,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Bar-Kays,
Television Personalities,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tears for Fears,
Japan,
Ludus,
Livin' Joy,
La Düsseldorf,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cybotron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sex Pistols,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kerri Chandler,
Fad Gadget,
The J.B.'s,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lungfish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soul Sonic Force,
New Age Steppers,
Sugar Minott,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.