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 Tunisia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Sisters of Mercy to the grime 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Easy Going,
Arcadia,
The Flesh Eaters,
B.T. Express,
The Offenders,
Dark Day,
Hot Snakes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Tremeloes,
Agent Orange,
Index,
Delta 5,
Electric Prunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skarface,
Jeff Lynne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Motions,
Echospace,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minnie Riperton,
The Toasters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Absolute Body Control,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cramps,
Symarip,
The Victims,
Soft Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
Desert Stars,
Morten Harket,
Sonic Youth,
Colin Newman,
Kayak,
Quando Quango,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yaz,
Blake Baxter,
Sandy B,
LL Cool J,
Godley & Creme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Andrew Hill,
the Swans,
Spandau Ballet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camberwell Now,
Ronnie Foster,
Rapeman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fire Engines,
Hardrive,
Bobby Womack,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Standells,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.