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 United Kingdom and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Fatback Band to the electroclash 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Eddi Front,
Chris & Cosey,
The Barracudas,
The Fortunes,
Freddie Wadling,
The Smoke,
Pole,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-102,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Saccharine Trust,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Todd Rundgren,
Derrick Morgan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Wake,
Smog,
One Last Wish,
Sparks,
Erykah Badu,
Con Funk Shun,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alison Limerick,
Rufus Thomas,
June of 44,
a-ha,
Alton Ellis,
Amazonics,
Slave,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Bananas,
Pagans,
Patti Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
Neil Young,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
FM Einheit,
Scan 7,
ABBA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Basic Channel,
PIL,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brothers Johnson,
The Moleskins,
Adolescents,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scion,
David McCallum,
Lalann,
David Axelrod,
Roger Hodgson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.