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 Barbados and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 Kenny Larkin to the electroclash 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
the Human League,
PIL,
John Lydon,
Danielle Patucci,
Radiohead,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wings,
June of 44,
The Count Five,
Donald Byrd,
Smog,
Mission of Burma,
Henry Cow,
The Move,
Marmalade,
Ultra Naté,
Khruangbin,
Agent Orange,
The Modern Lovers,
Arab on Radar,
Maurizio,
Sällskapet,
Soft Machine,
B.T. Express,
Harmonia,
John Coltrane,
The Raincoats,
Sun Ra,
Pulsallama,
Surgeon,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Zeros,
H. Thieme,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sugar Minott,
The Mojo Men,
DJ Sneak,
Public Enemy,
Scrapy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scan 7,
Fear,
Davy DMX,
Johnny Clarke,
MC5,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Judy Mowatt,
Crooked Eye,
The Red Krayola,
Ronnie Foster,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grauzone,
Bauhaus,
Average White Band,
Wire,
R.M.O.,
ABBA,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott Heron,
Duran Duran,
The Blackbyrds,
UT,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.