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 South Africa and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Tom Boy to the disco 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
The Electric Prunes,
Eurythmics,
Banda Bassotti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Slave,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
L. Decosne,
The Buckinghams,
PIL,
Aaron Thompson,
Drexciya,
Joyce Sims,
June Days,
The Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Modern Lovers,
Anthony Braxton,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Angels of Light,
Charles Mingus,
Talk Talk,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grauzone,
The Golliwogs,
E-Dancer,
Delon & Dalcan,
Andrew Hill,
Organ,
The Doors,
MC5,
Barry Ungar,
Letta Mbulu,
The Evens,
Model 500,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Todd Terry,
Stereo Dub,
Johnny Osbourne,
Glenn Branca,
The Velvet Underground,
Reagan Youth,
Harmonia,
Unwound,
Byron Stingily,
the Soft Cell,
Cameo,
Yaz,
Barrington Levy,
David McCallum,
The Real Kids,
Arthur Verocai,
Bauhaus,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fall,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.