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 Mauritius and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 Al Stewart to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Average White Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Stetsasonic,
The Knickerbockers,
the Slits,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lightning Bolt,
Deakin,
Scott Walker,
Slave,
Public Enemy,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nils Olav,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rod Modell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cal Tjader,
The Toasters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Make Up,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fugs,
Whodini,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blake Baxter,
Altered Images,
Parry Music,
Joe Smooth,
Ludus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Beau Brummels,
Bluetip,
Vainqueur,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Don Cherry,
The Birthday Party,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wasted Youth,
Buzzcocks,
The Sonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amon Düül II,
Harry Pussy,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Residents,
Television,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sex Pistols,
Tubeway Army,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Darondo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Qualms,
Pere Ubu,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.