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 Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
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 marimba 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 Ken Boothe to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
The Five Americans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Freddie Wadling,
La Düsseldorf,
The Knickerbockers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Toni Rubio,
Thompson Twins,
Chris Corsano,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Grass Roots,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gap Band,
X-102,
Stetsasonic,
Intrusion,
Visage,
Smog,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gong,
Jesper Dahlback,
Darondo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Move,
Interpol,
Second Layer,
Matthew Halsall,
Niagra,
Negative Approach,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neu!,
Funky Four + One,
Nick Fraelich,
Pulsallama,
Animal Collective,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Hood,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flipper,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Metal Thangz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter and Kerry,
Tears for Fears,
The Stooges,
The Litter,
A Certain Ratio,
June Days,
Gabor Szabo,
Unrelated Segments,
E-Dancer,
Alphaville,
The Skatalites,
Ponytail,
Suburban Knight,
Danielle Patucci,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.