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 Israel and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Royal Trux to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Gap Band,
Guru Guru,
Blossom Toes,
Jeff Mills,
The Buckinghams,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Animal Collective,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mummies,
The Searchers,
Television Personalities,
Funky Four + One,
The Knickerbockers,
Babytalk,
Swans,
Hashim,
Sandy B,
Marc Almond,
The Doobie Brothers,
Judy Mowatt,
The Count Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
OOIOO,
Dual Sessions,
Bill Wells,
The Beau Brummels,
Terry Callier,
Lee Hazlewood,
ABBA,
LL Cool J,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Monochrome Set,
The Standells,
Drive Like Jehu,
Massinfluence,
Black Flag,
Clear Light,
Erykah Badu,
Infiniti,
Joe Finger,
Sun Ra,
Minny Pops,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nick Fraelich,
Man Eating Sloth,
Desert Stars,
Jacob Miller,
Ten City,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wings,
Joensuu 1685,
The Leaves,
a-ha,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Livin' Joy,
Popol Vuh,
Man Parrish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.