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 Montenegro and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Supertramp to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jawbox,
Surgeon,
John Coltrane,
Sandy B,
Lee Hazlewood,
Letta Mbulu,
Pantaleimon,
Eurythmics,
The Five Americans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Basic Channel,
Junior Murvin,
Outsiders,
K-Klass,
Glenn Branca,
Graham Central Station,
Intrusion,
Index,
Second Layer,
The Fall,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Al Stewart,
New Order,
T. Rex,
Mary Jane Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Derrick May,
Section 25,
The Modern Lovers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DNA,
The Divine Comedy,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Green,
Kerri Chandler,
Soft Machine,
Cymande,
The Walker Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roxette,
The Knickerbockers,
A Certain Ratio,
Delta 5,
Bobby Womack,
Minny Pops,
Bad Manners,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neil Young,
The Offenders,
Jacob Miller,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Infiniti,
Electric Prunes,
Barbara Tucker,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dead C,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Subhumans,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.