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 Kyrgyzstan and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Amon Düül to the punk 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Simply Red,
Mantronix,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Soft Cell,
X-Ray Spex,
Tom Boy,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fall,
Soft Cell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Al Stewart,
Public Image Ltd.,
Los Fastidios,
Hardrive,
Alphaville,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The New Christs,
David McCallum,
Y Pants,
Section 25,
Alton Ellis,
The Young Rascals,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deakin,
Roy Ayers,
Drexciya,
Fear,
The Gap Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Oneida,
Grey Daturas,
Hashim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hoover,
F. McDonald,
Bad Manners,
Brand Nubian,
Rhythm & Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Lalo Schifrin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Index,
Main Source,
Pantaleimon,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Womack,
The Victims,
Newcleus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Desert Stars,
Fat Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Clear Light,
The Star Department,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barry Ungar,
Slave,
Prince Buster,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.