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 Thailand and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Henry Cow to the jazz 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Underground Resistance,
Henry Cow,
Joey Negro,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radio Birdman,
Hot Snakes,
Peter & Gordon,
Masters at Work,
Second Layer,
Sandy B,
Blancmange,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fugs,
Faust,
Big Daddy Kane,
H. Thieme,
Mantronix,
Lungfish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barclay James Harvest,
Y Pants,
the Bar-Kays,
Deakin,
Infiniti,
Susan Cadogan,
Saccharine Trust,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scratch Acid,
Ohio Players,
Kerri Chandler,
Skriet,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sparks,
Letta Mbulu,
cv313,
U.S. Maple,
Roxy Music,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Red Krayola,
Lower 48,
Donny Hathaway,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Beau Brummels,
Essential Logic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fall,
Connie Case,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric B and Rakim,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fuzztones,
Icehouse,
Drexciya,
Clear Light,
Lyres,
Crash Course in Science,
Simply Red,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.