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 Paraguay and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 the Soft Cell to the crunk 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Subhumans,
Second Layer,
Loose Ends,
Eric Copeland,
Pierre Henry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Reuben Wilson,
Radiohead,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Essential Logic,
Terry Callier,
Qualms,
New York Dolls,
Absolute Body Control,
The Vogues,
The Angels of Light,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Audionom,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Silicon Teens,
The Count Five,
Black Sheep,
Funky Four + One,
MC5,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare,
Mad Mike,
Aaron Thompson,
Jandek,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultra Naté,
The Cramps,
Sound Behaviour,
Nico,
Nas,
In Retrospect,
Lindisfarne,
Sparks,
The Stooges,
Quadrant,
The Golliwogs,
JFA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Soft Cell,
Flipper,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Germs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun City Girls,
Dark Day,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Danielle Patucci,
Aural Exciters,
Byron Stingily,
The Walker Brothers,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.