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 Honduras and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 Rhythm & Sound to the rock 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
The Divine Comedy,
Johnny Clarke,
Neu!,
Simply Red,
Skriet,
Todd Terry,
E-Dancer,
The Electric Prunes,
Visage,
kango's stein massive,
OOIOO,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chris & Cosey,
Whodini,
China Crisis,
Parry Music,
The Five Americans,
Outsiders,
Dawn Penn,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dirtbombs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Swell Maps,
The Pretty Things,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Velvet Underground,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Delta 5,
Skaos,
Peter and Kerry,
Mission of Burma,
L. Decosne,
X-102,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Coltrane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blancmange,
Curtis Mayfield,
Suicide,
Boz Scaggs,
Monks,
Glenn Branca,
Ice-T,
Adolescents,
Los Fastidios,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scott Walker,
Spoonie Gee,
Barry Ungar,
Popol Vuh,
Scratch Acid,
Oneida,
Infiniti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Sherman,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.