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 Albania and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultimate Spinach,
LL Cool J,
The Techniques,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Busters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Groovy Waters,
Pylon,
The American Breed,
The Motions,
Isaac Hayes,
The Electric Prunes,
Steve Hackett,
Country Teasers,
Scion,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Swans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Whodini,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
Sugar Minott,
Organ,
The Kinks,
Cameo,
Swans,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dead C,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Golliwogs,
Eric Dolphy,
The Moody Blues,
Deadbeat,
Parry Music,
Todd Rundgren,
Colin Newman,
Bluetip,
Alphaville,
Electric Prunes,
The Mojo Men,
The Searchers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Banda Bassotti,
La Düsseldorf,
Neil Young,
Grey Daturas,
Suicide,
the Germs,
Jacques Brel,
Brick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alice Coltrane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Laurel Aitken,
Freddie Wadling,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.