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 Uganda and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Depeche Mode,
Blake Baxter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Bananas,
Jacques Brel,
The Cure,
Crash Course in Science,
Sound Behaviour,
La Düsseldorf,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mission of Burma,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Zeros,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Spoonie Gee,
Siglo XX,
Altered Images,
New York Dolls,
Dave Gahan,
Ten City,
Rufus Thomas,
Rekid,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Symarip,
Cybotron,
Con Funk Shun,
Harmonia,
Zapp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Animal Collective,
Kevin Saunderson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Trumans Water,
Vladislav Delay,
LL Cool J,
Simply Red,
The Barracudas,
Youth Brigade,
John Holt,
The American Breed,
Monolake,
Eli Mardock,
Henry Cow,
Idris Muhammad,
Television Personalities,
KRS-One,
JFA,
Anakelly,
The J.B.'s,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Slits,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kerri Chandler,
June Days,
Amazonics,
Bob Dylan,
The Golliwogs,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.