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 Colombia and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 Eve St. Jones to the grunge 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Sexual Harrassment,
Easy Going,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scan 7,
CMW,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sound,
Al Stewart,
Reagan Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Motions,
Average White Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blancmange,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Sherman,
The Techniques,
Slave,
The Offenders,
David Bowie,
Boredoms,
Bad Manners,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mantronix,
Scientists,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Associates,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wire,
Sugar Minott,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Neon Judgement,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eddi Front,
Roxette,
Dawn Penn,
The Martian,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Erykah Badu,
Severed Heads,
The Leaves,
Terry Callier,
Minutemen,
Joey Negro,
Gabor Szabo,
The Electric Prunes,
Yellowson,
Au Pairs,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Unwound,
Fugazi,
Fad Gadget,
Kas Product,
The Barracudas,
Quando Quango,
FM Einheit,
Davy DMX,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.