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 United Kingdom and from Halifax.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Suicide to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultravox,
The Selecter,
Swell Maps,
Mission of Burma,
Goldenarms,
the Sonics,
Bob Dylan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brothers Johnson,
Liliput,
Slick Rick,
The Slits,
10cc,
Khruangbin,
Magazine,
Faust,
Sällskapet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Music Machine,
Robert Hood,
Country Teasers,
Fugazi,
The Kinks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Byron Stingily,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flash Fearless,
Peter and Kerry,
Q and Not U,
Deepchord,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Moody Blues,
Dave Gahan,
Ronnie Foster,
Intrusion,
Warren Ellis,
Leonard Cohen,
48th St. Collective,
Jacques Brel,
Freddie Wadling,
Mo-Dettes,
Oneida,
Dawn Penn,
Neil Young,
Prince Buster,
DNA,
a-ha,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scientists,
The Stooges,
The Red Krayola,
Harry Pussy,
Echospace,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed,
Rufus Thomas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeff Mills,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.