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 Lithuania and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Khruangbin to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Audionom,
Robert Hood,
The Standells,
Dave Gahan,
Graham Central Station,
Laurel Aitken,
the Sonics,
Main Source,
June Days,
Pulsallama,
Theoretical Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Wally Richardson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soul II Soul,
Arcadia,
Soft Machine,
Connie Case,
Pere Ubu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Second Layer,
Shuggie Otis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
KRS-One,
Monolake,
Joy Division,
Japan,
EPMD,
Wings,
Tubeway Army,
Harmonia,
Warsaw,
Y Pants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pierre Henry,
Andrew Hill,
Lower 48,
Jeff Mills,
David Axelrod,
Reuben Wilson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pantytec,
Wire,
Con Funk Shun,
The Smoke,
Deadbeat,
Symarip,
Little Man,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Human League,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott Heron,
Circle Jerks,
Buzzcocks,
Fugazi,
UT,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.