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 Kenya and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Lalann to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Delta 5,
Zapp,
Main Source,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
K-Klass,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-Ray Spex,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Leonard Cohen,
Cameo,
Saccharine Trust,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fugs,
Terry Callier,
Joensuu 1685,
Pantaleimon,
Iggy Pop,
The Zeros,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mandrill,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
EPMD,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oblivians,
New Age Steppers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roxy Music,
E-Dancer,
Warren Ellis,
Hasil Adkins,
Model 500,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cramps,
Stetsasonic,
Moss Icon,
Minnie Riperton,
Kerrie Biddell,
Derrick Morgan,
Rites of Spring,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jacob Miller,
Jawbox,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kurtis Blow,
Average White Band,
Deadbeat,
Joe Finger,
Mars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Technova,
Junior Murvin,
One Last Wish,
The Kinks,
The Mojo Men,
The Smoke,
DNA,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.