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 Montenegro and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Joy Division to the grunge 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David Bowie,
The Star Department,
Dual Sessions,
Hardrive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Morten Harket,
Black Sheep,
Susan Cadogan,
Josef K,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dead C,
Black Pus,
Gichy Dan,
Young Marble Giants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
ABBA,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Evens,
Wings,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fugs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Slits,
Charles Mingus,
The Misunderstood,
Chris & Cosey,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Names,
Parry Music,
E-Dancer,
The Fuzztones,
The Fortunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
H. Thieme,
The Vogues,
Chris Corsano,
Mr. Review,
Robert Hood,
Moebius,
the Bar-Kays,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sister Nancy,
Steve Hackett,
The Cramps,
June Days,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gregory Isaacs,
David McCallum,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Busters,
Juan Atkins,
Barbara Tucker,
Sarah Menescal,
Stiv Bators,
Bush Tetras,
The Buckinghams,
The Gun Club,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.