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 Italy and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the disco 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Aloha Tigers,
June of 44,
The Residents,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hot Snakes,
John Foxx,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
These Immortal Souls,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Knickerbockers,
Sällskapet,
The Litter,
Simply Red,
Gang of Four,
Goldenarms,
Amon Düül II,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Judy Mowatt,
Derrick May,
the Sonics,
Delta 5,
Schoolly D,
Supertramp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Icehouse,
F. McDonald,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Porter Ricks,
The Motions,
Spoonie Gee,
Underground Resistance,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fear,
Con Funk Shun,
Kayak,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Byrd,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flash Fearless,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Moon,
The Cure,
Brand Nubian,
The Gories,
10cc,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric Copeland,
The Misunderstood,
Skaos,
The New Christs,
Soft Cell,
Lungfish,
Michelle Simonal,
The Doobie Brothers,
Interpol,
Qualms,
The Raincoats,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.