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 Saudi Arabia and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Country Teasers to the crunk 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Monolake,
Toni Rubio,
The Durutti Column,
Nik Kershaw,
Eurythmics,
Robert Görl,
The Tremeloes,
Ken Boothe,
Sex Pistols,
Suicide,
The Star Department,
Aloha Tigers,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Basic Channel,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scion,
X-Ray Spex,
Nils Olav,
Black Bananas,
Boz Scaggs,
Eve St. Jones,
Skriet,
Piero Umiliani,
Junior Murvin,
Excepter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minor Threat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Delta 5,
Agent Orange,
Sällskapet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
F. McDonald,
Susan Cadogan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scan 7,
Livin' Joy,
The Doors,
Pierre Henry,
Moebius,
Easy Going,
Rod Modell,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Womack,
The Vogues,
The Red Krayola,
Oblivians,
Blake Baxter,
Average White Band,
The Gap Band,
Al Stewart,
Sugar Minott,
Grey Daturas,
Pussy Galore,
Duran Duran,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.