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 Latvia and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Franke to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Byrd,
Matthew Bourne,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gun Club,
Supertramp,
Eve St. Jones,
Rites of Spring,
Alice Coltrane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tom Boy,
Visage,
Unwound,
The Vogues,
Blake Baxter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kayak,
Mars,
Joyce Sims,
Erykah Badu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
OOIOO,
D'Angelo,
Young Marble Giants,
The Monks,
Cecil Taylor,
UT,
Gang Green,
Lindisfarne,
Bronski Beat,
The Buckinghams,
a-ha,
John Cale,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Symarip,
Wolf Eyes,
the Association,
The Fire Engines,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marc Almond,
Second Layer,
Popol Vuh,
Babytalk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ken Boothe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fela Kuti,
Excepter,
The Pretty Things,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
ABBA,
Eric Dolphy,
Marine Girls,
Little Man,
Con Funk Shun,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Intrusion,
Pantytec,
Harry Pussy,
The Dead C,
Nick Fraelich,
Roxette,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.