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 Bangladesh and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Essential Logic,
Rapeman,
Black Pus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Khruangbin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ossler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Magazine,
Tommy Roe,
Wire,
kango's stein massive,
Gong,
Isaac Hayes,
Tom Boy,
Radiopuhelimet,
David Axelrod,
Howard Jones,
Moss Icon,
Pylon,
Au Pairs,
Roxy Music,
The Monks,
Toni Rubio,
The J.B.'s,
Pussy Galore,
Whodini,
New Age Steppers,
The Beau Brummels,
The Walker Brothers,
Cybotron,
The Real Kids,
The Fuzztones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Glenn Branca,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Drexciya,
Andrew Hill,
Mad Mike,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cymande,
Royal Trux,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Al Stewart,
The Sonics,
Bobby Byrd,
Liliput,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nirvana,
Man Parrish,
Absolute Body Control,
Patti Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Wyatt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.