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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 Brass Construction to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits 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?
The Beau Brummels,
Peter and Kerry,
The Walker Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tommy Roe,
The Modern Lovers,
Surgeon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joey Negro,
Rites of Spring,
Theoretical Girls,
Roxy Music,
The Invisible,
Gichy Dan,
Howard Jones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fortunes,
Tubeway Army,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-102,
The Fuzztones,
The Saints,
Radiohead,
Easy Going,
The Flesh Eaters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gabor Szabo,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun City Girls,
The Offenders,
The Cure,
FM Einheit,
Patti Smith,
Blancmange,
Shuggie Otis,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Human League,
The Five Americans,
Hot Snakes,
Ohio Players,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Heaven 17,
The Raincoats,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roy Ayers,
Ornette Coleman,
Nik Kershaw,
Bizarre Inc.,
Subhumans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joe Smooth,
The Move,
The Music Machine,
Lyres,
Ossler,
Lower 48,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.