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 Honduras and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 X-Ray Spex to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Faust,
T.S.O.L.,
The Names,
Scratch Acid,
Blake Baxter,
The Trojans,
Josef K,
Wire,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Siglo XX,
The Techniques,
Godley & Creme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Vogues,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
June Days,
R.M.O.,
Crooked Eye,
DNA,
Davy DMX,
Prince Buster,
Black Moon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skarface,
Delta 5,
Isaac Hayes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
a-ha,
Ludus,
Junior Murvin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Skatalites,
Nas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nick Fraelich,
Japan,
Duran Duran,
The Tremeloes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mandrill,
Minor Threat,
Marmalade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cybotron,
Tres Demented,
Alice Coltrane,
Funky Four + One,
Guru Guru,
Schoolly D,
The New Christs,
Ronnie Foster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Severed Heads,
Unwound,
Tears for Fears,
The Kinks,
The Young Rascals,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.