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 Philippines and from Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Goldenarms to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Gang Green,
The United States of America,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Vogues,
Maleditus Sound,
The Monks,
Underground Resistance,
Heaven 17,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultravox,
Blancmange,
X-Ray Spex,
The Kinks,
Jeff Lynne,
June Days,
The Index,
Basic Channel,
Sandy B,
The Litter,
The Five Americans,
The Dirtbombs,
Spoonie Gee,
10cc,
The Real Kids,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-102,
The Happenings,
Sun Ra,
Sonic Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Searchers,
Duran Duran,
Joey Negro,
Lightning Bolt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Steve Hackett,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Human League,
Radio Birdman,
Godley & Creme,
Iggy Pop,
Essential Logic,
Swans,
Suicide,
The Walker Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Laurel Aitken,
Minny Pops,
Thee Headcoats,
The Knickerbockers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pylon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Monks,
The Moody Blues,
Main Source,
Bob Dylan,
Visage,
Erykah Badu,
The Fall,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.