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 Ecuador and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 The Searchers to the rock 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Todd Terry,
New York Dolls,
Los Fastidios,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Slits,
Faraquet,
Shuggie Otis,
Cluster,
Eddi Front,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vainqueur,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Blake Baxter,
World's Most,
Nation of Ulysses,
Unwound,
Rotary Connection,
Blossom Toes,
The Young Rascals,
Rites of Spring,
Joy Division,
The Dead C,
Sex Pistols,
Faust,
The American Breed,
Interpol,
Ultravox,
MC5,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bush Tetras,
Althea and Donna,
Gerry Rafferty,
Donny Hathaway,
Quando Quango,
John Lydon,
The Techniques,
a-ha,
The Cowsills,
Television,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Iggy Pop,
The Angels of Light,
The United States of America,
Dennis Brown,
Zapp,
Young Marble Giants,
The Last Poets,
Aural Exciters,
D'Angelo,
Peter & Gordon,
Nick Fraelich,
Pierre Henry,
Ornette Coleman,
Soft Machine,
Organ,
Unrelated Segments,
Underground Resistance,
Eric Copeland,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jerry's Kids,
Das Ding,
Black Pus,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.