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 Nicaragua and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Y Pants to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amazonics,
Stiv Bators,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Divine Comedy,
New York Dolls,
Roger Hodgson,
Boredoms,
Stereo Dub,
The Techniques,
Ludus,
The Fire Engines,
Ohio Players,
The Blues Magoos,
Al Stewart,
Albert Ayler,
Quantec,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Byrd,
X-101,
The Buckinghams,
Michelle Simonal,
The Remains,
Sarah Menescal,
Dawn Penn,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Symarip,
Animal Collective,
The Dead C,
Oneida,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lucky Dragons,
The Selecter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pagans,
Soft Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Anakelly,
Grey Daturas,
Erasure,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minny Pops,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ken Boothe,
Althea and Donna,
Hasil Adkins,
Wolf Eyes,
Massinfluence,
Cameo,
Gang of Four,
The Names,
the Human League,
Scientists,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fugazi,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-Ray Spex,
Deepchord,
Ultra Naté,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.