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 Tajikistan 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 Boz Scaggs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Neu!,
Symarip,
Alton Ellis,
Loose Ends,
U.S. Maple,
Magazine,
KRS-One,
The Cowsills,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Doors,
Cameo,
June of 44,
Minutemen,
Whodini,
Mantronix,
Steve Hackett,
Gerry Rafferty,
Popol Vuh,
Metal Thangz,
Sällskapet,
The Evens,
This Heat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Starr,
These Immortal Souls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eddi Front,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fad Gadget,
Alice Coltrane,
Colin Newman,
Cheater Slicks,
The Music Machine,
The Trojans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Seeds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Circle Jerks,
Marc Almond,
Darondo,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Germs,
Lindisfarne,
AZ,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jacob Miller,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quando Quango,
The Motions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Angry Samoans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Massinfluence,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.