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 Djibouti and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the electroclash 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
The Fire Engines,
Harmonia,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jacques Brel,
Silicon Teens,
Hashim,
Altered Images,
The Real Kids,
Nick Fraelich,
The Martian,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barclay James Harvest,
AZ,
The Trojans,
Unrelated Segments,
Bluetip,
Neil Young,
Godley & Creme,
Gichy Dan,
Alice Coltrane,
Make Up,
Joensuu 1685,
Pierre Henry,
Flash Fearless,
Intrusion,
Slick Rick,
The Barracudas,
Albert Ayler,
Moss Icon,
Mr. Review,
The Walker Brothers,
Visage,
Jandek,
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Kinks,
Porter Ricks,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
D'Angelo,
China Crisis,
The Human League,
Surgeon,
DJ Style,
The Fortunes,
Wings,
John Lydon,
Marmalade,
Agent Orange,
Duran Duran,
DNA,
Morten Harket,
Tim Buckley,
The Smoke,
Icehouse,
Clear Light,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare,
Nils Olav,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.