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 Equatorial Guinea and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Model 500 to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Happenings,
The Knickerbockers,
E-Dancer,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Velvet Underground,
Stetsasonic,
Michelle Simonal,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gichy Dan,
John Foxx,
Symarip,
The Martian,
Procol Harum,
Motorama,
The Blues Magoos,
The Smiths,
The Seeds,
T. Rex,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
June Days,
David Axelrod,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sound,
X-101,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Five Americans,
Pere Ubu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter and Kerry,
The Moody Blues,
Dawn Penn,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Wake,
Quando Quango,
Freddie Wadling,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David McCallum,
Howard Jones,
Dead Boys,
Index,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Essential Logic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eddi Front,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
R.M.O.,
Mary Jane Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultravox,
Marmalade,
The Names,
The Moleskins,
Sparks,
Underground Resistance,
World's Most,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.