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 Mozambique and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Siglo XX,
Brand Nubian,
Sister Nancy,
Soft Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Masters at Work,
Agent Orange,
Procol Harum,
Barrington Levy,
Howard Jones,
Accadde A,
The Durutti Column,
Yellowson,
Prince Buster,
Saccharine Trust,
Absolute Body Control,
Lakeside,
The Fuzztones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
K-Klass,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Victims,
The Pretty Things,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sandy B,
Los Fastidios,
AZ,
Dual Sessions,
the Association,
The Martian,
These Immortal Souls,
Neu!,
The Misunderstood,
Quando Quango,
The Monks,
Chrome,
the Normal,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gun Club,
Camberwell Now,
Con Funk Shun,
Mr. Review,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bill Wells,
The Golliwogs,
Boz Scaggs,
Sound Behaviour,
Porter Ricks,
Stiv Bators,
Bill Near,
Guru Guru,
Agitation Free,
Tubeway Army,
Archie Shepp,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cluster,
Blake Baxter,
Malaria!,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kerri Chandler,
Desert Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.