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 Netherlands and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bad Manners to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Walker Brothers,
B.T. Express,
Steve Hackett,
Barbara Tucker,
Mandrill,
The New Christs,
Matthew Halsall,
Connie Case,
Index,
Harmonia,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fugs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Selecter,
DJ Style,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Litter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minor Threat,
David Axelrod,
the Normal,
Pole,
The Detroit Cobras,
Symarip,
Underground Resistance,
Soul II Soul,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Judy Mowatt,
Electric Prunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scion,
Swell Maps,
Sällskapet,
X-102,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joy Division,
Harry Pussy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Pretty Things,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gun Club,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Searchers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Durutti Column,
Amazonics,
Bootsy Collins,
Marine Girls,
EPMD,
Ludus,
Rosa Yemen,
Juan Atkins,
Pagans,
Joensuu 1685,
Duran Duran,
Babytalk,
Idris Muhammad,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.