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 Laos and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Scan 7 to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Cameo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fortunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barry Ungar,
Sonny Sharrock,
Visage,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Guru Guru,
The Walker Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Circle Jerks,
Q65,
Tim Buckley,
Masters at Work,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stockholm Monsters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
June Days,
Graham Central Station,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Busters,
Average White Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Inner City,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Smog,
Audionom,
Mantronix,
Swell Maps,
Barclay James Harvest,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ken Boothe,
Quando Quango,
ABBA,
Ultra Naté,
Nik Kershaw,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Standells,
Johnny Clarke,
Ossler,
The Blues Magoos,
Dark Day,
Pere Ubu,
Cluster,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Derrick May,
Michelle Simonal,
R.M.O.,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.