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 Botswana and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Section 25 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Wasted Youth,
Loose Ends,
The Monochrome Set,
Crispian St. Peters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Smog,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fad Gadget,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pole,
Ultravox,
Pere Ubu,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Womack,
L. Decosne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Easy Going,
Aloha Tigers,
Tears for Fears,
Black Moon,
Severed Heads,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeff Lynne,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alice Coltrane,
The United States of America,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
KRS-One,
The Mojo Men,
Ornette Coleman,
Jacques Brel,
Nik Kershaw,
Yaz,
Warsaw,
Ten City,
Alton Ellis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Half Japanese,
Delon & Dalcan,
June of 44,
Altered Images,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tres Demented,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tom Boy,
Donald Byrd,
H. Thieme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
June Days,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
kango's stein massive,
Eddi Front,
Delta 5,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.