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 Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
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 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 Amon Düül to the jazz 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Unwound,
The Wake,
Aloha Tigers,
Aural Exciters,
Alison Limerick,
The Skatalites,
Peter & Gordon,
The Golliwogs,
Pagans,
Rites of Spring,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kayak,
John Lydon,
The Offenders,
Desert Stars,
Robert Görl,
Loose Ends,
Tommy Roe,
Faraquet,
Black Pus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Anthony Braxton,
Sparks,
The Residents,
Bob Dylan,
Procol Harum,
Sister Nancy,
Pantaleimon,
Banda Bassotti,
La Düsseldorf,
Circle Jerks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Metal Thangz,
Joey Negro,
Rekid,
Jandek,
F. McDonald,
Terrestrial Tones,
Howard Jones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tubeway Army,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moss Icon,
Slick Rick,
Absolute Body Control,
Livin' Joy,
John Coltrane,
Toni Rubio,
Camouflage,
Index,
The Motions,
a-ha,
Heaven 17,
Warsaw,
The Blues Magoos,
Siglo XX,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quadrant,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.