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 Seychelles and from New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bobby Womack to the electroclash 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Liliput,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New Age Steppers,
Unwound,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fugs,
Intrusion,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kas Product,
The Searchers,
The Saints,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cluster,
The Dirtbombs,
DJ Style,
Sun City Girls,
Warsaw,
Franke,
Black Sheep,
Masters at Work,
Janne Schatter,
Rekid,
Schoolly D,
Rotary Connection,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Zero Boys,
The Gladiators,
Sugar Minott,
Crime,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fire Engines,
Ossler,
Bobby Sherman,
Q65,
Godley & Creme,
K-Klass,
Echospace,
The Vogues,
Steve Hackett,
The Modern Lovers,
OOIOO,
Yusef Lateef,
Michelle Simonal,
Lower 48,
U.S. Maple,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Victims,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jacques Brel,
The Human League,
ABBA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stetsasonic,
Wire,
Lalo Schifrin,
James White and The Blacks,
Bootsy Collins,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.