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 Vanuatu and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Grass Roots to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Swans,
Sixth Finger,
Scion,
Reagan Youth,
Gichy Dan,
Arcadia,
The Raincoats,
The Names,
The Litter,
Sister Nancy,
Electric Prunes,
Clear Light,
Theoretical Girls,
Infiniti,
In Retrospect,
Ice-T,
Joe Finger,
Derrick May,
Sonic Youth,
The Red Krayola,
The Barracudas,
The Skatalites,
The Last Poets,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rapeman,
Arthur Verocai,
Alton Ellis,
Ten City,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Altered Images,
MDC,
Alison Limerick,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Trojans,
The Moody Blues,
Henry Cow,
Blake Baxter,
One Last Wish,
James White and The Blacks,
Cheater Slicks,
Silicon Teens,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter and Kerry,
Japan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Groovy Waters,
Eddi Front,
DJ Style,
Underground Resistance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Echospace,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mojo Men,
The Monochrome Set,
Eurythmics,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fuzztones,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Human League,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.