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 Australia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Bananas to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Agent Orange,
Warren Ellis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Theoretical Girls,
Colin Newman,
Oneida,
Yaz,
Carl Craig,
Gang of Four,
the Slits,
Qualms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Angry Samoans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Shuggie Otis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Inner City,
One Last Wish,
Bluetip,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fat Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Quadrant,
Saccharine Trust,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lower 48,
Slick Rick,
Alphaville,
Tomorrow,
UT,
Mark Hollis,
Maurizio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jesper Dahlback,
Echospace,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Visage,
The Beau Brummels,
Second Layer,
Panda Bear,
Eli Mardock,
Minutemen,
The Monochrome Set,
the Normal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Tremeloes,
Hashim,
The Gories,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barrington Levy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pantytec,
The Barracudas,
Ornette Coleman,
Stetsasonic,
Negative Approach,
Graham Central Station,
The Invisible,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Connie Case,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.