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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London 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 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 Spoonie Gee to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amazonics,
Yellowson,
Public Enemy,
Lalann,
Duran Duran,
The Cure,
The Fugs,
Harry Pussy,
Oneida,
Jerry's Kids,
Mad Mike,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tom Boy,
Young Marble Giants,
Mary Jane Girls,
Audionom,
The Golliwogs,
Negative Approach,
The Red Krayola,
Henry Cow,
Ohio Players,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New York Dolls,
Cymande,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Soft Cell,
Subhumans,
The Standells,
Aural Exciters,
The Trojans,
Roxette,
Fad Gadget,
The Remains,
June Days,
Smog,
Derrick Morgan,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Byrd,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jacques Brel,
Tears for Fears,
Easy Going,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crispian St. Peters,
Franke,
The Mojo Men,
Colin Newman,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Slits,
Con Funk Shun,
Flipper,
Rites of Spring,
EPMD,
The Flesh Eaters,
Schoolly D,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Swell Maps,
The Smoke,
Outsiders,
Laurel Aitken,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.