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 Finland and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 The Invisible to the punk 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Eddi Front,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Second Layer,
Essential Logic,
Wings,
Black Pus,
Marc Almond,
Y Pants,
Marine Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Byrd,
Masters at Work,
Delon & Dalcan,
Smog,
The Move,
Sparks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Organ,
Groovy Waters,
The Monochrome Set,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Human League,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fugazi,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ronan,
The Fire Engines,
Infiniti,
Motorama,
The Real Kids,
Amon Düül II,
Joe Smooth,
The New Christs,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Techniques,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Underground Resistance,
The Zeros,
The Neon Judgement,
Rekid,
Easy Going,
Newcleus,
Vladislav Delay,
Dennis Brown,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cecil Taylor,
Judy Mowatt,
Andrew Hill,
Tim Buckley,
Ludus,
FM Einheit,
Ice-T,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cure,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pussy Galore,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hoover,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.