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 Bangladesh and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Newcleus to the grunge 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Roger Hodgson,
The Kinks,
Brothers Johnson,
Boz Scaggs,
The United States of America,
Mad Mike,
The Moleskins,
Ossler,
Toni Rubio,
Suburban Knight,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neil Young,
Nas,
Talk Talk,
Section 25,
Second Layer,
Monolake,
Ronnie Foster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Sister Nancy,
Roxette,
Soulsonic Force,
Drexciya,
The Seeds,
Andrew Hill,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
Chris Corsano,
LL Cool J,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marvin Gaye,
FM Einheit,
Rotary Connection,
Soul II Soul,
Hot Snakes,
Jacob Miller,
Sun Ra,
Max Romeo,
Joy Division,
Tom Boy,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare,
CMW,
D'Angelo,
Crash Course in Science,
Sixth Finger,
The Toasters,
The Human League,
Urselle,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Negative Approach,
Mark Hollis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dawn Penn,
Faust,
Stiv Bators,
Au Pairs,
Althea and Donna,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft.
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.