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 Kosovo and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 Alarm Clocks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-Ray Spex,
Vainqueur,
Soft Cell,
Howard Jones,
Goldenarms,
The Last Poets,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare,
Theoretical Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Cameo,
Brick,
Kayak,
Schoolly D,
The Black Dice,
the Swans,
Marc Almond,
The Monochrome Set,
Davy DMX,
Lou Christie,
The Misunderstood,
Todd Rundgren,
A Certain Ratio,
Ten City,
Marine Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Groovy Waters,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joe Finger,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bluetip,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Womack,
Donald Byrd,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yazoo,
Sarah Menescal,
Minny Pops,
Gabor Szabo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rosa Yemen,
Colin Newman,
Ultravox,
The Kinks,
Rakim,
Swans,
Harmonia,
Skaos,
Drexciya,
Deepchord,
Eurythmics,
Duran Duran,
Steve Hackett,
Bob Dylan,
Moby Grape,
Cecil Taylor,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.