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 Sudan and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Quadrant,
the Sonics,
James White and The Blacks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
PIL,
Roger Hodgson,
Interpol,
Moss Icon,
Junior Murvin,
The Last Poets,
Khruangbin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mantronix,
X-101,
Lightning Bolt,
Danielle Patucci,
AZ,
Ultra Naté,
Janne Schatter,
Can,
The Detroit Cobras,
JFA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jawbox,
Tres Demented,
The Moleskins,
Gabor Szabo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Erasure,
The Buckinghams,
Organ,
Audionom,
Public Enemy,
Yaz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hardrive,
The Human League,
Aural Exciters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Half Japanese,
Quando Quango,
The Gories,
Eurythmics,
Peter & Gordon,
Sound Behaviour,
Saccharine Trust,
A Certain Ratio,
Agent Orange,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cameo,
Sight & Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wolf Eyes,
Bill Wells,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Von Mondo,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.