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 Tajikistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Sexual Harrassment to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
The Fire Engines,
Flipper,
Bobby Sherman,
Barry Ungar,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fat Boys,
Joy Division,
Das Ding,
Tears for Fears,
Warren Ellis,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric Dolphy,
Pussy Galore,
Basic Channel,
H. Thieme,
Traffic Nightmare,
David McCallum,
Dennis Brown,
The Blues Magoos,
Quando Quango,
Harmonia,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Walker Brothers,
Franke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Prince Buster,
the Slits,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bootsy Collins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Unwound,
Index,
The Beau Brummels,
Skriet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fluxion,
Qualms,
The Blackbyrds,
The Last Poets,
The Count Five,
Nils Olav,
Ossler,
Jeru the Damaja,
MC5,
Mission of Burma,
The Vogues,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hardrive,
World's Most,
Quantec,
Funkadelic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neu!,
The Leaves,
These Immortal Souls,
Hashim,
Little Man,
Rites of Spring,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.