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 Jordan and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Roxy Music to the electroclash 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Sherman,
the Sonics,
The Standells,
The Residents,
Maurizio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mark Hollis,
Reagan Youth,
Radio Birdman,
EPMD,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blossom Toes,
The Associates,
Electric Prunes,
Radiohead,
Nation of Ulysses,
Agitation Free,
Gang of Four,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fugs,
David McCallum,
The Martian,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mad Mike,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Starr,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Barrington Levy,
Dennis Brown,
Pagans,
John Cale,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cheater Slicks,
Basic Channel,
Television Personalities,
Quadrant,
Deadbeat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Outsiders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hardrive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hoover,
Lou Christie,
The Moody Blues,
Ten City,
Metal Thangz,
Marine Girls,
The Offenders,
Heaven 17,
Marc Almond,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Divine Comedy,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.