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 South Sudan and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Buzzcocks,
Massinfluence,
The Index,
Tom Boy,
The Pretty Things,
Stetsasonic,
Soulsonic Force,
Pole,
Cymande,
The Angels of Light,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Bananas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
FM Einheit,
Bootsy Collins,
The American Breed,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minny Pops,
Negative Approach,
Rapeman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
F. McDonald,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Starr,
The Misunderstood,
Flash Fearless,
Lindisfarne,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeff Lynne,
John Lydon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Star Department,
Angry Samoans,
The Evens,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soft Cell,
Qualms,
Alison Limerick,
Crash Course in Science,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sex Pistols,
Colin Newman,
Janne Schatter,
Joe Finger,
X-102,
the Association,
Robert Görl,
Lalo Schifrin,
Country Teasers,
One Last Wish,
Boredoms,
Pussy Galore,
Marine Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.