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 Cuba and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Tres Demented to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
The Trojans,
Tim Buckley,
Sam Rivers,
The American Breed,
The Fugs,
PIL,
Reuben Wilson,
The Angels of Light,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Morten Harket,
The Fall,
The Techniques,
Godley & Creme,
Nik Kershaw,
The Neon Judgement,
This Heat,
Unwound,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Birthday Party,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Pop Group,
The Searchers,
Parry Music,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeff Lynne,
Visage,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vainqueur,
The Dead C,
Radio Birdman,
Urselle,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeff Mills,
In Retrospect,
X-Ray Spex,
Grandmaster Flash,
Swans,
The Gun Club,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dennis Brown,
The Zeros,
Smog,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vladislav Delay,
Moss Icon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sonic Youth,
Rakim,
Rod Modell,
Porter Ricks,
Procol Harum,
Bootsy Collins,
Swell Maps,
Liliput,
Ronan,
the Normal,
a-ha,
Yaz,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.