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 Oman 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 the Sonics to the grime 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Theoretical Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rufus Thomas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arcadia,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lindisfarne,
Peter and Kerry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Y Pants,
Hasil Adkins,
Loose Ends,
Ossler,
Robert Görl,
Sunsets and Hearts,
La Düsseldorf,
Kas Product,
Bill Wells,
Wings,
Aaron Thompson,
The Busters,
The Blues Magoos,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fall,
Nils Olav,
Matthew Bourne,
Bad Manners,
Neu!,
Frankie Knuckles,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sight & Sound,
Siglo XX,
Mars,
Section 25,
Q and Not U,
Model 500,
Robert Hood,
The Electric Prunes,
Fatback Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stereo Dub,
Von Mondo,
T.S.O.L.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Sherman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Colin Newman,
Donny Hathaway,
These Immortal Souls,
Livin' Joy,
Minnie Riperton,
Inner City,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Al Stewart,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.