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 Singapore and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet 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 Marmalade to the electroclash 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole 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?
Television,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kayak,
A Certain Ratio,
Surgeon,
Stetsasonic,
Camberwell Now,
Hashim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Monochrome Set,
Blossom Toes,
Cecil Taylor,
Rotary Connection,
Eric Copeland,
FM Einheit,
Sex Pistols,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lakeside,
Icehouse,
The Kinks,
Soft Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fugs,
Chris Corsano,
Ponytail,
The Gladiators,
John Cale,
The Mighty Diamonds,
China Crisis,
Bill Near,
Sam Rivers,
The Buckinghams,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed,
Gang Starr,
Livin' Joy,
Amazonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Essential Logic,
Jacob Miller,
The Slits,
the Normal,
Aswad,
kango's stein massive,
The Mojo Men,
The Fall,
The Durutti Column,
The Cramps,
Cheater Slicks,
Section 25,
Howard Jones,
Quando Quango,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.