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 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Amon Düül to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 J.B.'s,
Godley & Creme,
Hashim,
Skaos,
Sam Rivers,
UT,
Judy Mowatt,
Minutemen,
Chris Corsano,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gap Band,
Bluetip,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
E-Dancer,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ten City,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
H. Thieme,
Howard Jones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thee Headcoats,
Erykah Badu,
Joy Division,
Eric Copeland,
Jawbox,
Eden Ahbez,
Sixth Finger,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rapeman,
Funky Four + One,
The Angels of Light,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marc Almond,
The Gories,
The Moody Blues,
Animal Collective,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Anakelly,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Suicide,
Soft Cell,
Quando Quango,
the Swans,
Gang Green,
The Beau Brummels,
Guru Guru,
Blancmange,
Derrick Morgan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ponytail,
The Buckinghams,
the Human League,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flipper,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alice Coltrane,
Slick Rick,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.