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 Syria and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 Gun Club to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Fatback Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barclay James Harvest,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
EPMD,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dual Sessions,
A Certain Ratio,
Second Layer,
LL Cool J,
Freddie Wadling,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scan 7,
Hasil Adkins,
The Slits,
Radio Birdman,
Hardrive,
The Count Five,
Cymande,
Michelle Simonal,
Oneida,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fugs,
Jeff Lynne,
Man Parrish,
The Dead C,
8 Eyed Spy,
Model 500,
Cecil Taylor,
Deakin,
The Mummies,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Intrusion,
Blake Baxter,
Black Sheep,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sandy B,
The New Christs,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
Yusef Lateef,
Erykah Badu,
The Buckinghams,
Simply Red,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stiv Bators,
The Golliwogs,
Faraquet,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Essential Logic,
Arab on Radar,
Maleditus Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alphaville,
Unrelated Segments,
Adolescents,
Mo-Dettes,
The Angels of Light,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.