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 Lesotho and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
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 organ 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 D'Angelo to the crunk 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
A Certain Ratio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lightning Bolt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Shuggie Otis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quadrant,
The Move,
Electric Prunes,
Pussy Galore,
Black Bananas,
Siglo XX,
The Blues Magoos,
Intrusion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Television,
Scan 7,
Derrick May,
Soulsonic Force,
China Crisis,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stetsasonic,
Piero Umiliani,
Shoche,
Underground Resistance,
Moby Grape,
Joy Division,
Black Pus,
Cal Tjader,
Wasted Youth,
Henry Cow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ken Boothe,
Japan,
Gang Green,
Max Romeo,
Sex Pistols,
Sandy B,
Tomorrow,
Interpol,
Fear,
June of 44,
Marmalade,
The Invisible,
The Toasters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Metal Thangz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Sherman,
This Heat,
Ronan,
Robert Görl,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vainqueur,
Boz Scaggs,
Godley & Creme,
The Monochrome Set,
D'Angelo,
The Gun Club,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Panda Bear,
Bill Wells,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.