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 Finland 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar 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 Easy Going to the grunge 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boz Scaggs,
Los Fastidios,
The Walker Brothers,
Hoover,
Scott Walker,
Toni Rubio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radiohead,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Neon Judgement,
The Real Kids,
Bob Dylan,
The Invisible,
Jacques Brel,
Soul II Soul,
The Leaves,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dawn Penn,
The Raincoats,
Clear Light,
48th St. Collective,
Whodini,
Andrew Hill,
Flipper,
10cc,
Suburban Knight,
Joey Negro,
The Toasters,
Maleditus Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Crime,
Reagan Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Slackers,
The Offenders,
The Flesh Eaters,
Parry Music,
Quando Quango,
Buzzcocks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bauhaus,
Man Parrish,
The Fuzztones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kaleidoscope,
the Soft Cell,
Aloha Tigers,
Surgeon,
Black Sheep,
The Pop Group,
The Velvet Underground,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Faraquet,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.