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 Colombia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the grime 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Sixth Finger,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pierre Henry,
Sonic Youth,
Thompson Twins,
Nico,
Silicon Teens,
Cluster,
Warsaw,
Tomorrow,
The Raincoats,
Kerrie Biddell,
Danielle Patucci,
Fluxion,
Black Pus,
Jeff Lynne,
The Human League,
Vainqueur,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Basic Channel,
The Five Americans,
John Foxx,
Grauzone,
The Buckinghams,
The Vogues,
Max Romeo,
Cecil Taylor,
David Axelrod,
DJ Sneak,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tom Boy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Motions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ronan,
The Slits,
The Standells,
Scientists,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Names,
Donny Hathaway,
The Move,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alison Limerick,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Gang Dance,
48th St. Collective,
Rhythm & Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Andrew Hill,
Bill Wells,
Pere Ubu,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Monochrome Set,
Todd Terry,
Steve Hackett,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flash Fearless,
The Smoke,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.