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 Swaziland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Amon Düül to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Hutcherson,
MDC,
Lindisfarne,
Deepchord,
David McCallum,
Blancmange,
Lightning Bolt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Index,
The Knickerbockers,
Stereo Dub,
Delta 5,
Sixth Finger,
Procol Harum,
Neu!,
Gang Gang Dance,
Massinfluence,
Rekid,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Count Five,
Hot Snakes,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fortunes,
The Happenings,
Audionom,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Duran Duran,
Donald Byrd,
Alton Ellis,
Flash Fearless,
Tim Buckley,
Roxy Music,
DJ Sneak,
Roger Hodgson,
48th St. Collective,
The Saints,
The Electric Prunes,
Hashim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Inner City,
John Foxx,
Davy DMX,
The Associates,
The Sonics,
Schoolly D,
The Cure,
Prince Buster,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tears for Fears,
Erykah Badu,
T. Rex,
Max Romeo,
Little Man,
Warren Ellis,
Connie Case,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.