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 Kazakhstan and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Robert Palmer 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 Brick to the punk 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
In Retrospect,
The Music Machine,
Brass Construction,
Danielle Patucci,
Lower 48,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mojo Men,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Neon Judgement,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tom Boy,
Lyres,
T.S.O.L.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roy Ayers,
ABC,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scion,
Can,
the Slits,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Sherman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Monolake,
The Red Krayola,
Fela Kuti,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dual Sessions,
Public Enemy,
Panda Bear,
The Black Dice,
Newcleus,
Los Fastidios,
Arcadia,
Pet Shop Boys,
Carl Craig,
Bootsy Collins,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Remains,
The Saints,
Ossler,
The Dave Clark Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sandy B,
New Order,
Charles Mingus,
Camouflage,
Model 500,
Soulsonic Force,
Flamin' Groovies,
Essential Logic,
Oblivians,
Yazoo,
Wally Richardson,
Mantronix,
Banda Bassotti,
Niagra,
Toni Rubio,
the Bar-Kays,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.