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 Botswana and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Eli Mardock to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Monolake,
Ludus,
Bill Near,
Amon Düül,
Suburban Knight,
Boredoms,
Bang On A Can,
Fatback Band,
Ten City,
Trumans Water,
Radio Birdman,
Ronan,
Khruangbin,
Eddi Front,
Tears for Fears,
Sparks,
Dark Day,
Sex Pistols,
Loose Ends,
The Five Americans,
John Lydon,
Banda Bassotti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Symarip,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Smiths,
Clear Light,
Kerri Chandler,
Essential Logic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Heaven 17,
D'Angelo,
Toni Rubio,
The Associates,
Kurtis Blow,
Circle Jerks,
The Slackers,
The Offenders,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bill Wells,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Shuggie Otis,
The Smoke,
Morten Harket,
Roger Hodgson,
Monks,
Yazoo,
Organ,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pantytec,
The Star Department,
Eurythmics,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun City Girls,
Television Personalities,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.