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 Venezuela and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Animal Collective,
Subhumans,
Smog,
Danielle Patucci,
The Blues Magoos,
Hot Snakes,
Pole,
Arcadia,
Banda Bassotti,
Brick,
Quadrant,
The Searchers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
JFA,
Lower 48,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David Bowie,
Tubeway Army,
Swans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bluetip,
The Happenings,
Television,
The Seeds,
Drexciya,
The Flesh Eaters,
Althea and Donna,
Public Image Ltd.,
Infiniti,
Sun Ra,
Soft Cell,
The Fire Engines,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blossom Toes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lightning Bolt,
Marmalade,
The Associates,
Sällskapet,
The Gladiators,
Glenn Branca,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Spoonie Gee,
Tim Buckley,
Skarface,
Eddi Front,
Eli Mardock,
Suburban Knight,
China Crisis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mandrill,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Essential Logic,
Oblivians,
June Days,
Minor Threat,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.