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 Belarus and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Icehouse to the rock 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
The Knickerbockers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Toasters,
Bauhaus,
The Cure,
Kerri Chandler,
Maleditus Sound,
Roxette,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ohio Players,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ossler,
The Young Rascals,
Shoche,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Dead C,
The Pop Group,
Ralphi Rosario,
EPMD,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Pus,
Johnny Clarke,
The Smiths,
Iggy Pop,
Rakim,
Terry Callier,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Anakelly,
The Electric Prunes,
In Retrospect,
The Walker Brothers,
Quando Quango,
Scion,
Sister Nancy,
Carl Craig,
The Stooges,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fugazi,
Eyeless In Gaza,
ABC,
Radio Birdman,
Suicide,
Tres Demented,
Saccharine Trust,
The Neon Judgement,
Pulsallama,
Yazoo,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sunsets and Hearts,
FM Einheit,
Gang Starr,
New Age Steppers,
Television Personalities,
Chrome,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roy Ayers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Althea and Donna,
Wire,
Ultra Naté,
Isaac Hayes,
Andrew Hill,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.