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 Tajikistan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the rhodes 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 ABC to the electroclash 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Ronnie Foster,
Supertramp,
The Move,
Joyce Sims,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Slits,
Whodini,
Aloha Tigers,
Scrapy,
Anakelly,
Wolf Eyes,
Tres Demented,
Lyres,
The Knickerbockers,
Wire,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The United States of America,
Crispian St. Peters,
World's Most,
The Durutti Column,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang of Four,
Ken Boothe,
Peter & Gordon,
FM Einheit,
Dark Day,
A Certain Ratio,
Barry Ungar,
Magma,
Boogie Down Productions,
U.S. Maple,
Electric Prunes,
H. Thieme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Livin' Joy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Byrd,
OOIOO,
Outsiders,
The Golliwogs,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cure,
Tears for Fears,
Suicide,
Parry Music,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
Scott Walker,
Byron Stingily,
Arthur Verocai,
E-Dancer,
Jerry's Kids,
Quantec,
The Selecter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grey Daturas,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.