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 Thailand and from New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Michael McDonald 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 R.M.O. to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Ice-T,
The Smoke,
The Remains,
Bluetip,
Rhythm & Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
Brass Construction,
The Residents,
Yusef Lateef,
Dawn Penn,
Ultra Naté,
Eve St. Jones,
Funkadelic,
Eric Copeland,
The Gun Club,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Standells,
DNA,
One Last Wish,
Sixth Finger,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Doobie Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric Dolphy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Association,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Depeche Mode,
The Dave Clark Five,
Monks,
Brand Nubian,
The Fire Engines,
Matthew Bourne,
Derrick May,
Hardrive,
The Modern Lovers,
The Smiths,
The Barracudas,
Fatback Band,
Graham Central Station,
Kevin Saunderson,
Trumans Water,
The Music Machine,
Oneida,
the Human League,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Moon,
Wire,
Fat Boys,
Pylon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moebius,
Barry Ungar,
Dark Day,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.