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 Chile and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Brick to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 American Breed,
Skriet,
Ultravox,
X-101,
The Litter,
Surgeon,
Dead Boys,
Tubeway Army,
David Axelrod,
The Selecter,
Marc Almond,
Joensuu 1685,
The Victims,
Derrick May,
H. Thieme,
Joey Negro,
Parry Music,
Vladislav Delay,
Albert Ayler,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Kinks,
Bauhaus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rites of Spring,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gabor Szabo,
Little Man,
The Cramps,
Dennis Brown,
The Offenders,
The J.B.'s,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rhythm & Sound,
Neu!,
Gang Green,
Intrusion,
Shoche,
Godley & Creme,
Minutemen,
The Residents,
Bluetip,
Moby Grape,
Sam Rivers,
Absolute Body Control,
Soft Machine,
Eddi Front,
China Crisis,
Scratch Acid,
June of 44,
Interpol,
Fat Boys,
Terry Callier,
The Moleskins,
Chris Corsano,
The Motions,
Amon Düül,
Jacques Brel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Prince Buster,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter and Kerry,
The Index,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.