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 Argentina and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Cosmic Jokers to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Sam Rivers,
Pierre Henry,
Unrelated Segments,
Amon Düül,
Hardrive,
The Standells,
The Saints,
Minor Threat,
The Grass Roots,
The Techniques,
Whodini,
Crooked Eye,
The Motions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tears for Fears,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Human League,
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Procol Harum,
CMW,
Fluxion,
The Vogues,
Malaria!,
T. Rex,
Robert Görl,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arab on Radar,
Franke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quantec,
Alice Coltrane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tom Boy,
Tres Demented,
Joensuu 1685,
Brand Nubian,
Sonic Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boredoms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Selecter,
One Last Wish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harry Pussy,
Laurel Aitken,
The Names,
UT,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crime,
Joey Negro,
Maurizio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Moody Blues,
Spoonie Gee,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.