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 Bangladesh and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Radiohead to the crunk 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Morten Harket,
DJ Style,
Tubeway Army,
Trumans Water,
Circle Jerks,
Cameo,
Eli Mardock,
Quando Quango,
Dead Boys,
Harry Pussy,
Fad Gadget,
Funky Four + One,
La Düsseldorf,
Dawn Penn,
DNA,
Absolute Body Control,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Can,
the Slits,
The Cowsills,
Wolf Eyes,
Kerri Chandler,
Massinfluence,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joy Division,
Motorama,
Marc Almond,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
This Heat,
CMW,
Sun Ra,
Throbbing Gristle,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cybotron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fat Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Deepchord,
Lightning Bolt,
Slave,
Gastr Del Sol,
Monolake,
Royal Trux,
Ornette Coleman,
Animal Collective,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
Inner City,
Brand Nubian,
Mandrill,
Minutemen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nirvana,
Minnie Riperton,
Darondo,
Bootsy Collins,
Moebius,
Tears for Fears,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dark Day,
the Human League,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.