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 Taiwan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
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 guitar 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the grime 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Clear Light,
Outsiders,
Depeche Mode,
Young Marble Giants,
Junior Murvin,
Soft Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Misunderstood,
The Martian,
Lalo Schifrin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kurtis Blow,
E-Dancer,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mr. Review,
June of 44,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Howard Jones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pere Ubu,
Inner City,
Magma,
Lakeside,
the Swans,
New York Dolls,
Joy Division,
The Cowsills,
Oneida,
The Cramps,
The Kinks,
The Birthday Party,
T. Rex,
Theoretical Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Susan Cadogan,
The Beau Brummels,
Janne Schatter,
Liliput,
Radiopuhelimet,
Zapp,
Nik Kershaw,
Steve Hackett,
Archie Shepp,
Average White Band,
Bronski Beat,
Con Funk Shun,
Todd Terry,
David McCallum,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric Dolphy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Drive Like Jehu,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Golliwogs,
Al Stewart,
Bill Near,
Ludus,
Joey Negro,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.