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 Laos and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Joyce Sims to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
The Dead C,
The Cure,
F. McDonald,
Silicon Teens,
Lightning Bolt,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dave Clark Five,
Masters at Work,
Desert Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Depeche Mode,
Hot Snakes,
Rosa Yemen,
Royal Trux,
R.M.O.,
Josef K,
Swell Maps,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Howard Jones,
Ultravox,
Theoretical Girls,
Easy Going,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hardrive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Patti Smith,
Guru Guru,
Al Stewart,
ABC,
The Offenders,
Robert Wyatt,
Barrington Levy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Swans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Laurel Aitken,
Aswad,
Model 500,
the Germs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Parry Music,
Rakim,
CMW,
the Bar-Kays,
Tres Demented,
Whodini,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ohio Players,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blossom Toes,
Gong,
Albert Ayler,
Saccharine Trust,
The Pretty Things,
Skarface,
Yaz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.