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 Bangladesh and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Bob Dylan to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Prince Buster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Infiniti,
Young Marble Giants,
Swans,
Hasil Adkins,
Skriet,
B.T. Express,
Joy Division,
The Knickerbockers,
Suicide,
The Fuzztones,
Andrew Hill,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Morten Harket,
Fatback Band,
Tommy Roe,
The Smiths,
Sex Pistols,
The Star Department,
Quadrant,
Cluster,
The New Christs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The American Breed,
Mars,
One Last Wish,
Marvin Gaye,
The Residents,
Marmalade,
Stereo Dub,
Judy Mowatt,
Charles Mingus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scott Walker,
DJ Style,
Livin' Joy,
Absolute Body Control,
Funky Four + One,
The Busters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Womack,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Index,
John Foxx,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang of Four,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott Heron,
Donald Byrd,
Junior Murvin,
Motorama,
Buzzcocks,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Sherman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Niagra,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.