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 Guinea-Bissau and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Neon Judgement to the grime 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Maurizio,
Chris Corsano,
Mantronix,
Bootsy Collins,
New Order,
Zapp,
Alphaville,
Japan,
Alison Limerick,
cv313,
Eurythmics,
Saccharine Trust,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dark Day,
The Star Department,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Harry Pussy,
Freddie Wadling,
Reuben Wilson,
Pylon,
Sparks,
the Germs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Funky Four + One,
10cc,
Whodini,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Busters,
Scrapy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cameo,
Pere Ubu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Andrew Hill,
The Leaves,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Happenings,
Soft Machine,
Mandrill,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Babytalk,
Grey Daturas,
Janne Schatter,
John Foxx,
The Gladiators,
Letta Mbulu,
Patti Smith,
Gang Starr,
Erasure,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Spandau Ballet,
X-102,
Crispian St. Peters,
Youth Brigade,
Piero Umiliani,
Quando Quango,
Duran Duran,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.