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 Burkina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Radio Birdman to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Theoretical Girls,
Country Teasers,
The Seeds,
The Black Dice,
Au Pairs,
Lungfish,
the Slits,
Pylon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
cv313,
Barry Ungar,
The Moleskins,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gun Club,
MDC,
Amon Düül,
Nas,
Main Source,
Mo-Dettes,
Colin Newman,
Organ,
Sarah Menescal,
Gerry Rafferty,
Althea and Donna,
Intrusion,
Scott Walker,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Human League,
The Star Department,
Quando Quango,
The Move,
Index,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harmonia,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rotary Connection,
The Leaves,
Metal Thangz,
Absolute Body Control,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minnie Riperton,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Green,
Y Pants,
Tim Buckley,
The Raincoats,
Reuben Wilson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ludus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hasil Adkins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ronan,
Excepter,
E-Dancer,
Bronski Beat,
Niagra,
The Cowsills,
Stetsasonic,
Tubeway Army,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.