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 the UAE and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Trumans Water to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Funkadelic,
Graham Central Station,
Panda Bear,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Byrd,
Bad Manners,
Mandrill,
Organ,
Delta 5,
The Litter,
Qualms,
The Tremeloes,
PIL,
Neil Young,
Andrew Hill,
Los Fastidios,
Negative Approach,
Bill Near,
Chris & Cosey,
MDC,
Wasted Youth,
Alton Ellis,
Brand Nubian,
Suicide,
Talk Talk,
Franke,
The Invisible,
Yusef Lateef,
The Pop Group,
Ultravox,
Interpol,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grey Daturas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
10cc,
Mantronix,
Barry Ungar,
Rapeman,
Lou Christie,
Altered Images,
DNA,
Visage,
The Gun Club,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Swell Maps,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Modern Lovers,
The Victims,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moebius,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jacob Miller,
Second Layer,
Yazoo,
48th St. Collective,
Max Romeo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bauhaus,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.