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 Swaziland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 Darondo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
The Red Krayola,
Ice-T,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeff Lynne,
Joy Division,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New Age Steppers,
Wire,
Eric Copeland,
Nas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bob Dylan,
Anakelly,
Cheater Slicks,
The Residents,
Godley & Creme,
Man Eating Sloth,
Darondo,
Ituana,
Bobby Hutcherson,
E-Dancer,
Black Bananas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
World's Most,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter & Gordon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Pretty Things,
Brothers Johnson,
Alison Limerick,
Amon Düül II,
B.T. Express,
The Leaves,
Funky Four + One,
The Kinks,
The Martian,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ornette Coleman,
Sister Nancy,
The Grass Roots,
Drexciya,
The Selecter,
Rotary Connection,
Lyres,
Whodini,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Smog,
Bauhaus,
Delta 5,
Quantec,
Lindisfarne,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Motions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
MDC,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.