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 Iceland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bar-Kays to the dance 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Depeche Mode,
The Invisible,
Popol Vuh,
Fear,
The Toasters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rapeman,
AZ,
cv313,
PIL,
John Cale,
Pantaleimon,
Thompson Twins,
Barrington Levy,
the Sonics,
The Barracudas,
Reagan Youth,
Nas,
Half Japanese,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eve St. Jones,
The Selecter,
Erasure,
Sound Behaviour,
Los Fastidios,
Adolescents,
Rhythm & Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mad Mike,
The Golliwogs,
Hashim,
Aloha Tigers,
Flipper,
Darondo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gichy Dan,
Blancmange,
Eddi Front,
The Human League,
Wings,
Kenny Larkin,
Scion,
The Doors,
This Heat,
DJ Sneak,
Fela Kuti,
Bill Wells,
Morten Harket,
The Count Five,
The Saints,
Deepchord,
Bill Near,
Absolute Body Control,
Junior Murvin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rod Modell,
Sonic Youth,
Main Source,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.