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 Palau and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Arab on Radar to the disco 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Yellowson,
John Holt,
Sun City Girls,
Joe Finger,
the Fania All-Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Livin' Joy,
Man Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Audionom,
kango's stein massive,
Guru Guru,
Boredoms,
Johnny Clarke,
Shoche,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Misunderstood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
CMW,
Curtis Mayfield,
FM Einheit,
Essential Logic,
Eden Ahbez,
Trumans Water,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fatback Band,
PIL,
Marvin Gaye,
Q65,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Trojans,
Toni Rubio,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fortunes,
Mars,
Funkadelic,
The Blackbyrds,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
The Barracudas,
Jacob Miller,
Malaria!,
Faraquet,
the Slits,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jerry's Kids,
Agent Orange,
In Retrospect,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare,
Kayak,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kurtis Blow,
Bluetip,
Quantec,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yazoo,
John Lydon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.