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 Nauru and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Mars to the funk 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ronan,
Robert Wyatt,
Deadbeat,
Glenn Branca,
Nick Fraelich,
Sly & The Family Stone,
ABC,
Pussy Galore,
Bluetip,
Y Pants,
Stiv Bators,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gong,
Connie Case,
Altered Images,
Thompson Twins,
Blancmange,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pulsallama,
Hot Snakes,
Maurizio,
Joey Negro,
Ten City,
Robert Görl,
Black Pus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flash Fearless,
Reagan Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neu!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Talk Talk,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Neon Judgement,
Josef K,
World's Most,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Flag,
JFA,
Bush Tetras,
Lee Hazlewood,
Interpol,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cure,
KRS-One,
Average White Band,
MDC,
Marvin Gaye,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pierre Henry,
Cecil Taylor,
Minor Threat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
Archie Shepp,
Electric Prunes,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.