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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 Rekid to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Sällskapet,
Von Mondo,
Al Stewart,
Kerrie Biddell,
Popol Vuh,
Shuggie Otis,
Vladislav Delay,
Arthur Verocai,
Bad Manners,
Animal Collective,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wally Richardson,
Funky Four + One,
The Electric Prunes,
Arab on Radar,
Deakin,
Robert Görl,
Silicon Teens,
Accadde A,
ABBA,
The Toasters,
Brothers Johnson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mission of Burma,
the Association,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cowsills,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dawn Penn,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bauhaus,
Scan 7,
Maleditus Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mummies,
Marine Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Darondo,
Lower 48,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ken Boothe,
Altered Images,
Urselle,
The Index,
Grauzone,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joe Finger,
Amazonics,
Eddi Front,
Blossom Toes,
Essential Logic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Livin' Joy,
Siglo XX,
The J.B.'s,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.