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 Vanuatu and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
The Gun Club,
Eve St. Jones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Intrusion,
Boz Scaggs,
Public Enemy,
Scan 7,
the Association,
Y Pants,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Angels of Light,
Gong,
The Martian,
Lungfish,
Minor Threat,
Danielle Patucci,
Infiniti,
The Smoke,
Erykah Badu,
The Star Department,
The Searchers,
Metal Thangz,
The Moody Blues,
Maleditus Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Mad Mike,
Subhumans,
Altered Images,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Easy Going,
Trumans Water,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pharoah Sanders,
T. Rex,
the Slits,
Camouflage,
June Days,
Wings,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Royal Trux,
Amon Düül,
Gregory Isaacs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Echospace,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mojo Men,
LL Cool J,
Deakin,
Black Flag,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Remains,
MC5,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rekid,
R.M.O.,
Tom Boy,
Bad Manners,
Absolute Body Control,
Fat Boys,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.