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 Mauritania and from London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 The Raincoats to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
H. Thieme,
Popol Vuh,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Slick Rick,
OOIOO,
Cheater Slicks,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Görl,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Glambeats Corp.,
Godley & Creme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bill Near,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New York Dolls,
The Fuzztones,
Thee Headcoats,
Monks,
Nico,
Girls At Our Best!,
June Days,
Das Ding,
Josef K,
Angry Samoans,
Chrome,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Groovy Waters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Golliwogs,
The Knickerbockers,
Absolute Body Control,
The Electric Prunes,
Kerri Chandler,
Agitation Free,
The Blues Magoos,
Echospace,
the Germs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Basic Channel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dual Sessions,
K-Klass,
Sight & Sound,
the Association,
Idris Muhammad,
DJ Sneak,
Jandek,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Accadde A,
Alton Ellis,
Tomorrow,
Icehouse,
Anakelly,
Zapp,
The Modern Lovers,
Reuben Wilson,
Aswad,
Lungfish,
Ludus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Make Up,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.