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 Turkmenistan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Rod Modell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Sandy B,
Bang On A Can,
Don Cherry,
One Last Wish,
Adolescents,
Steve Hackett,
ABC,
Rekid,
Gabor Szabo,
Fela Kuti,
Shuggie Otis,
The Slackers,
Cal Tjader,
The Evens,
Aaron Thompson,
Banda Bassotti,
Y Pants,
Crooked Eye,
DJ Sneak,
Loose Ends,
Grandmaster Flash,
Circle Jerks,
Surgeon,
Cameo,
Suburban Knight,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Zapp,
Susan Cadogan,
Wire,
Gichy Dan,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Raincoats,
Theoretical Girls,
Fat Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Dave Gahan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Faraquet,
The Residents,
Arab on Radar,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Todd Rundgren,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Severed Heads,
Groovy Waters,
Angry Samoans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pylon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Monks,
Marmalade,
Minny Pops,
La Düsseldorf,
Chrome,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deadbeat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.