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 Kyrgyzstan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Selecter,
A Certain Ratio,
Nick Fraelich,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lucky Dragons,
Dark Day,
The Names,
Newcleus,
The Human League,
the Sonics,
The Count Five,
Royal Trux,
48th St. Collective,
Fatback Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barrington Levy,
The Move,
The Sonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Seeds,
Shuggie Otis,
the Soft Cell,
Faust,
Bob Dylan,
Hasil Adkins,
Vainqueur,
Kas Product,
Mandrill,
ABBA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Whodini,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grey Daturas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Little Man,
Electric Prunes,
Surgeon,
Goldenarms,
Neu!,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Gang Dance,
Iggy Pop,
Skarface,
Cluster,
Japan,
Wasted Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Groovy Waters,
World's Most,
The Tremeloes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
F. McDonald,
Archie Shepp,
Eric Dolphy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Grass Roots,
The Index,
Gang of Four,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.