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 France and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 Lucky Dragons to the grime 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Sandy B,
The Sonics,
Alton Ellis,
Reuben Wilson,
Joy Division,
Soft Cell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Names,
The Move,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rekid,
The J.B.'s,
Matthew Bourne,
David Axelrod,
Sun City Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Sight & Sound,
Accadde A,
Symarip,
Neu!,
Roxy Music,
Flipper,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Germs,
Loose Ends,
James White and The Blacks,
June Days,
Index,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
World's Most,
Brick,
Nils Olav,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Buzzcocks,
Kayak,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radiohead,
Sex Pistols,
Soft Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rod Modell,
the Soft Cell,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeff Mills,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camouflage,
Max Romeo,
Rufus Thomas,
Tomorrow,
Charles Mingus,
Cluster,
Blake Baxter,
Harmonia,
The United States of America,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Görl,
Roger Hodgson,
The Vogues,
The Wake,
Sun Ra,
Grey Daturas,
Johnny Clarke,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.