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 Monaco and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Johnny Osbourne to the funk 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Misunderstood,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amon Düül II,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Unrelated Segments,
Charles Mingus,
Au Pairs,
Swans,
The Mojo Men,
Audionom,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pharoah Sanders,
Isaac Hayes,
The Modern Lovers,
A Certain Ratio,
Aural Exciters,
Sam Rivers,
Scientists,
Sun City Girls,
The Raincoats,
Technova,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter and Kerry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jeff Mills,
Howard Jones,
Duran Duran,
Slick Rick,
Stereo Dub,
Susan Cadogan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
OOIOO,
Rapeman,
Skaos,
Jeff Lynne,
Rakim,
Monks,
Y Pants,
The Fire Engines,
Nik Kershaw,
Warsaw,
Nils Olav,
Pussy Galore,
The Five Americans,
Pantaleimon,
Bootsy Collins,
Maurizio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alice Coltrane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gong,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.