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 Kuwait 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Grey Daturas to the funk 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Toasters,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
8 Eyed Spy,
Darondo,
Aural Exciters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Stooges,
Ludus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Max Romeo,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Womack,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Association,
The Misunderstood,
Dave Gahan,
Accadde A,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mo-Dettes,
The Standells,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lindisfarne,
Laurel Aitken,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bauhaus,
Marcia Griffiths,
June of 44,
Mars,
Wolf Eyes,
Piero Umiliani,
Radiohead,
Terry Callier,
Todd Terry,
Warren Ellis,
Electric Prunes,
Neil Young,
The Alarm Clocks,
Janne Schatter,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cramps,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Blackbyrds,
Sixth Finger,
Gichy Dan,
Lungfish,
The Grass Roots,
Metal Thangz,
The Zeros,
T.S.O.L.,
Skaos,
MDC,
Henry Cow,
Moby Grape,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Starr,
Pagans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.