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 Vietnam and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Black Pus to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
The Invisible,
Steve Hackett,
Mad Mike,
Agent Orange,
The Moleskins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hasil Adkins,
The Toasters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Germs,
Neil Young,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Groovy Waters,
The Motions,
Hashim,
Television,
Adolescents,
Tom Boy,
Erykah Badu,
Inner City,
Graham Central Station,
PIL,
John Lydon,
One Last Wish,
Nas,
Albert Ayler,
Harpers Bizarre,
ABBA,
The Mojo Men,
Todd Terry,
Mo-Dettes,
Yaz,
T.S.O.L.,
Monks,
Ken Boothe,
Essential Logic,
Desert Stars,
Rapeman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Smiths,
Rites of Spring,
Can,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rakim,
Joensuu 1685,
Anakelly,
Scientists,
Country Teasers,
Warren Ellis,
Panda Bear,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Slick Rick,
the Soft Cell,
Kerri Chandler,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.