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 China and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 Panda Bear to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sandy B,
The Searchers,
Joy Division,
The Flesh Eaters,
Malaria!,
Echospace,
Agitation Free,
Roy Ayers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
D'Angelo,
Boredoms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Invisible,
Eurythmics,
David Bowie,
The Blues Magoos,
Bob Dylan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jerry's Kids,
Newcleus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joey Negro,
Fatback Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Metal Thangz,
Terry Callier,
Susan Cadogan,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Görl,
Guru Guru,
Marcia Griffiths,
Suicide,
Deepchord,
Television Personalities,
Marmalade,
Circle Jerks,
Cal Tjader,
The Cure,
Pierre Henry,
Marine Girls,
Nas,
The Cowsills,
Bauhaus,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Isaac Hayes,
Subhumans,
The Index,
The Grass Roots,
Main Source,
Mr. Review,
Organ,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fall,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.