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 Germany and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Laurel Aitken to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Yaz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boogie Down Productions,
MDC,
Deakin,
Hot Snakes,
The Searchers,
JFA,
Heaven 17,
Thee Headcoats,
The Music Machine,
10cc,
The Smoke,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Funkadelic,
Grey Daturas,
The Barracudas,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deepchord,
The Real Kids,
Los Fastidios,
The Zeros,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amazonics,
Harmonia,
Audionom,
The Litter,
Ituana,
Massinfluence,
Pole,
Michelle Simonal,
Metal Thangz,
U.S. Maple,
The Misunderstood,
Freddie Wadling,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang of Four,
AZ,
Wings,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blancmange,
Glenn Branca,
Theoretical Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scan 7,
Pylon,
Lou Reed,
FM Einheit,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Reagan Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eli Mardock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Sherman,
LL Cool J,
Anakelly,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jacob Miller,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.