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 Cape Verde and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Babytalk to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Wings,
Crispy Ambulance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-101,
Q and Not U,
The Busters,
Faraquet,
Slave,
Peter & Gordon,
Main Source,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
U.S. Maple,
The Moody Blues,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quando Quango,
cv313,
Henry Cow,
48th St. Collective,
Surgeon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeff Lynne,
Guru Guru,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Moon,
Chrome,
The American Breed,
Mandrill,
Crime,
Swell Maps,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Theoretical Girls,
Amon Düül,
Colin Newman,
Agent Orange,
KRS-One,
Terry Callier,
Ten City,
The Misunderstood,
David Axelrod,
Prince Buster,
Dark Day,
Technova,
Parry Music,
June Days,
Minny Pops,
The Monochrome Set,
Brass Construction,
Donny Hathaway,
Letta Mbulu,
John Coltrane,
AZ,
Crash Course in Science,
Nirvana,
David McCallum,
Model 500,
Joe Smooth,
Brand Nubian,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Heaven 17,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.