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 Kenya and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Dorothy Ashby to the jazz 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hasil Adkins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tres Demented,
Eurythmics,
The Fuzztones,
DNA,
Camouflage,
The Skatalites,
F. McDonald,
Soul Sonic Force,
kango's stein massive,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dark Day,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Symarip,
Supertramp,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rapeman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Au Pairs,
Juan Atkins,
Althea and Donna,
Rosa Yemen,
Outsiders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Angels of Light,
Sparks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter & Gordon,
Ten City,
Livin' Joy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neu!,
Surgeon,
Crash Course in Science,
LL Cool J,
Wasted Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Circle Jerks,
Cybotron,
Popol Vuh,
One Last Wish,
Tom Boy,
Flipper,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Sherman,
Royal Trux,
Chris & Cosey,
Chris Corsano,
the Soft Cell,
Depeche Mode,
Wings,
The Durutti Column,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Count Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The J.B.'s,
Scion,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.