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 Mauritania and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin 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 Black Dice to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dark Day,
The Martian,
Robert Hood,
Juan Atkins,
Slick Rick,
Tubeway Army,
Camberwell Now,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Howard Jones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skarface,
Mo-Dettes,
These Immortal Souls,
The Music Machine,
The Cure,
X-102,
Radio Birdman,
Model 500,
Visage,
New Order,
Agitation Free,
The Mummies,
Donny Hathaway,
Jimmy McGriff,
Warren Ellis,
Pere Ubu,
Moby Grape,
The Kinks,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thompson Twins,
Alton Ellis,
Hasil Adkins,
Mad Mike,
Yaz,
Black Flag,
The Skatalites,
Index,
Fatback Band,
Swell Maps,
James White and The Blacks,
The Vogues,
Eric Dolphy,
The Black Dice,
The Move,
Tom Boy,
The Trojans,
The Doors,
The Motions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Y Pants,
Oneida,
Ituana,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Monochrome Set,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marine Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.