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 Antigua and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Funky Four + One to the jazz 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
UT,
Yazoo,
Amon Düül II,
China Crisis,
Sight & Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Cymande,
Second Layer,
Drive Like Jehu,
Y Pants,
Judy Mowatt,
Sex Pistols,
Pole,
The Electric Prunes,
Bootsy Collins,
Goldenarms,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sällskapet,
Patti Smith,
MC5,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ten City,
The Index,
Swans,
Shuggie Otis,
The Evens,
Jacob Miller,
JFA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Kinks,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-Ray Spex,
Throbbing Gristle,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Foxx,
Hasil Adkins,
Metal Thangz,
Groovy Waters,
Quantec,
The Trojans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bill Near,
Arab on Radar,
The Standells,
Porter Ricks,
Mr. Review,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ralphi Rosario,
Funky Four + One,
Babytalk,
Infiniti,
The Grass Roots,
Roxette,
The Gories,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Au Pairs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.