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 Saudi Arabia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Shoche to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Can,
Section 25,
Frankie Knuckles,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scientists,
Tears for Fears,
Pole,
New Age Steppers,
The Real Kids,
Youth Brigade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Letta Mbulu,
Lalann,
Fear,
Tubeway Army,
Anthony Braxton,
The Moody Blues,
Soft Machine,
Rakim,
Fluxion,
Monks,
Y Pants,
Inner City,
James White and The Blacks,
Mission of Burma,
Flash Fearless,
Ohio Players,
The Selecter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Slits,
Max Romeo,
Darondo,
Eli Mardock,
Trumans Water,
Erykah Badu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dirtbombs,
Hasil Adkins,
Roy Ayers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mr. Review,
Deakin,
Black Bananas,
Colin Newman,
Adolescents,
Eve St. Jones,
The Monks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Smog,
The Moleskins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
OOIOO,
Shuggie Otis,
The Modern Lovers,
John Holt,
Suburban Knight,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.