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 Egypt and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Sister Nancy to the electroclash 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL 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?
Fad Gadget,
B.T. Express,
Roxette,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Bananas,
Scrapy,
The Cramps,
The Red Krayola,
Desert Stars,
The Black Dice,
MDC,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Japan,
The Divine Comedy,
Reagan Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chrome,
Drexciya,
Wings,
A Certain Ratio,
Rotary Connection,
Soft Machine,
Pylon,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Evens,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Blues Magoos,
Lower 48,
8 Eyed Spy,
Swell Maps,
Darondo,
Shuggie Otis,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed,
The Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Panda Bear,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bang On A Can,
Joe Smooth,
The Dead C,
Zero Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Thee Headcoats,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Walker Brothers,
Inner City,
Crispian St. Peters,
Faust,
The Modern Lovers,
Rapeman,
Ice-T,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Organ,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pulsallama,
The J.B.'s,
The Invisible,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.