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 Yemen and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Zeros to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Minny Pops,
Peter and Kerry,
Soft Cell,
Bronski Beat,
Eric Dolphy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terry Callier,
The Fortunes,
Black Bananas,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott Heron,
H. Thieme,
Bush Tetras,
Main Source,
The Barracudas,
The Litter,
Tommy Roe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Newcleus,
The Victims,
Tropical Tobacco,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Slackers,
Thompson Twins,
F. McDonald,
Amazonics,
Ice-T,
Negative Approach,
Pussy Galore,
Janne Schatter,
Public Image Ltd.,
DJ Style,
Saccharine Trust,
Swell Maps,
Alice Coltrane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Monks,
Index,
The Cosmic Jokers,
U.S. Maple,
Interpol,
the Soft Cell,
Ronnie Foster,
Rotary Connection,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pantaleimon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scientists,
Amon Düül II,
The Gun Club,
Das Ding,
Althea and Donna,
The Leaves,
In Retrospect,
Marine Girls,
Gang Starr,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minor Threat,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.