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 Marshall Islands and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Guru Guru to the electroclash 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Harpers Bizarre,
Massinfluence,
Second Layer,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Angry Samoans,
Al Stewart,
Porter Ricks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roxette,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wally Richardson,
Ronan,
The Kinks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Wyatt,
Aural Exciters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ice-T,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott Heron,
D'Angelo,
Janne Schatter,
Bill Near,
The Searchers,
Ituana,
Franke,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Görl,
Marcia Griffiths,
Echospace,
Maleditus Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Q65,
The Beau Brummels,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Flag,
Pantaleimon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Red Krayola,
Nils Olav,
Eric Dolphy,
Glenn Branca,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Toni Rubio,
Little Man,
Anakelly,
Faraquet,
the Swans,
Blancmange,
Oblivians,
The Litter,
Liliput,
Hashim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Slits,
Henry Cow,
Sarah Menescal,
Harry Pussy,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.