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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Deakin to the disco 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
The Velvet Underground,
Dawn Penn,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hot Snakes,
The Last Poets,
Half Japanese,
Scott Walker,
The Invisible,
Ten City,
The Divine Comedy,
Wings,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Silicon Teens,
Adolescents,
Slick Rick,
Moss Icon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Kinks,
Barrington Levy,
The Wake,
The Offenders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Graham Central Station,
Toni Rubio,
Lindisfarne,
The Smiths,
Fear,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Pop Group,
Robert Hood,
Television,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Starr,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Slits,
Hashim,
Thompson Twins,
Bill Wells,
Swell Maps,
Michelle Simonal,
Cheater Slicks,
Hardrive,
Ludus,
The Residents,
The Stooges,
Public Enemy,
Pylon,
Fad Gadget,
Unrelated Segments,
Danielle Patucci,
Newcleus,
Pere Ubu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Altered Images,
The Gladiators,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Excepter,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.