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 Czech Republic and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 8 Eyed Spy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
These Immortal Souls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
La Düsseldorf,
Quadrant,
New Order,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harry Pussy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kayak,
Eden Ahbez,
The Zeros,
Susan Cadogan,
Tres Demented,
Eric Copeland,
Cal Tjader,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barrington Levy,
Peter and Kerry,
The Golliwogs,
Unrelated Segments,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arcadia,
Joy Division,
Icehouse,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nik Kershaw,
Erykah Badu,
Japan,
Half Japanese,
U.S. Maple,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Christie,
Mark Hollis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aloha Tigers,
Technova,
Ponytail,
Trumans Water,
Severed Heads,
Terry Callier,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fad Gadget,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Swans,
Make Up,
Delta 5,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeff Mills,
Pussy Galore,
Piero Umiliani,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New Age Steppers,
Duran Duran,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.