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 Bangladesh and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Dave Clark Five to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Flag,
The Smoke,
Pagans,
Adolescents,
Von Mondo,
Minutemen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
R.M.O.,
Black Moon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Youth Brigade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fire Engines,
Eli Mardock,
Grandmaster Flash,
Todd Rundgren,
Liliput,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Womack,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fall,
Nick Fraelich,
Girls At Our Best!,
Graham Central Station,
The Fugs,
Television Personalities,
The Names,
Warren Ellis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Index,
Hasil Adkins,
Leonard Cohen,
Danielle Patucci,
Section 25,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nils Olav,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David Bowie,
48th St. Collective,
Massinfluence,
Flipper,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harmonia,
Jacques Brel,
Nik Kershaw,
ABC,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jerry's Kids,
Newcleus,
Eden Ahbez,
Henry Cow,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.