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 Gabon and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 The Detroit Cobras to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
F. McDonald,
Alphaville,
Jandek,
Zero Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Eve St. Jones,
Todd Terry,
The Stooges,
Sight & Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
David McCallum,
Intrusion,
Pagans,
Brass Construction,
Marine Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Eden Ahbez,
Subhumans,
Can,
Skarface,
Deepchord,
D'Angelo,
Lyres,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Green,
Trumans Water,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Henry Cow,
Jeff Lynne,
Pylon,
The Modern Lovers,
Severed Heads,
Dennis Brown,
Little Man,
Gastr Del Sol,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Evens,
Agitation Free,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terry Callier,
Gong,
The Young Rascals,
Minor Threat,
The Gap Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eddi Front,
The Music Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ronan,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed,
John Coltrane,
The Gladiators,
Bizarre Inc.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scott Walker,
Excepter,
Roxy Music,
The Blues Magoos,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.