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 Ukraine and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 Wasted Youth to the rock 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Nils Olav,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kayak,
Robert Wyatt,
Gong,
Ohio Players,
Scientists,
Eddi Front,
Sällskapet,
Heaven 17,
The Velvet Underground,
Monks,
Rotary Connection,
The Beau Brummels,
Goldenarms,
Excepter,
Derrick May,
Suicide,
Pierre Henry,
Jeff Lynne,
Von Mondo,
DNA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Reuben Wilson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Evens,
Bootsy Collins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pantaleimon,
Suburban Knight,
The Martian,
Depeche Mode,
Lindisfarne,
Rosa Yemen,
The Smoke,
The Residents,
Nas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pagans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Angry Samoans,
Warren Ellis,
Marine Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kerrie Biddell,
Godley & Creme,
Subhumans,
Joe Finger,
Scion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Second Layer,
Nirvana,
Bobby Sherman,
Aural Exciters,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Görl,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dennis Brown,
F. McDonald,
The Fortunes,
Television,
Funky Four + One,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.