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 Palau and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 guitar 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 Japan to the electroclash 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
The Flesh Eaters,
Model 500,
Grey Daturas,
Newcleus,
DNA,
Electric Prunes,
Crash Course in Science,
H. Thieme,
June Days,
X-102,
The Happenings,
Saccharine Trust,
Desert Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Subhumans,
the Sonics,
The Standells,
Rosa Yemen,
Jacob Miller,
Popol Vuh,
Prince Buster,
Scan 7,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thee Headcoats,
Lalo Schifrin,
David McCallum,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Görl,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dennis Brown,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gichy Dan,
The Beau Brummels,
The Selecter,
The Evens,
The Walker Brothers,
Swell Maps,
Rapeman,
Intrusion,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skarface,
Magazine,
Jawbox,
Nas,
Nils Olav,
The Black Dice,
Cal Tjader,
One Last Wish,
Mars,
Roxy Music,
John Cale,
Television Personalities,
Magma,
Agent Orange,
Roger Hodgson,
Isaac Hayes,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Human League,
The Fall,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.