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 New Zealand and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Blackbyrds to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Thee Headcoats,
Royal Trux,
The United States of America,
Pulsallama,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Agent Orange,
Severed Heads,
Quantec,
Black Sheep,
Zapp,
The Shadows of Knight,
Section 25,
Boredoms,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed,
Skarface,
Intrusion,
Sight & Sound,
DJ Sneak,
Silicon Teens,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Moleskins,
X-101,
X-102,
Trumans Water,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quadrant,
The Barracudas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wasted Youth,
Don Cherry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grey Daturas,
The Neon Judgement,
Flash Fearless,
Aswad,
Toni Rubio,
The Red Krayola,
The Selecter,
Ken Boothe,
Stiv Bators,
Massinfluence,
Shoche,
Prince Buster,
Ossler,
Masters at Work,
The Divine Comedy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Byron Stingily,
These Immortal Souls,
Bluetip,
Joey Negro,
Kayak,
Skaos,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mark Hollis,
Graham Central Station,
Loose Ends,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.