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 Comoros and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Cybotron to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
CMW,
The Vogues,
Sarah Menescal,
Depeche Mode,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amon Düül II,
Unwound,
Smog,
Gichy Dan,
Laurel Aitken,
Aaron Thompson,
Michelle Simonal,
David Axelrod,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kenny Larkin,
Deadbeat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camberwell Now,
The Associates,
The Birthday Party,
Lucky Dragons,
Hashim,
Jeff Lynne,
Radiohead,
Groovy Waters,
The Golliwogs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kaleidoscope,
The Stooges,
Aswad,
Tears for Fears,
Infiniti,
Marc Almond,
The Motions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Walker Brothers,
June of 44,
Nik Kershaw,
Flash Fearless,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Moleskins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Green,
The Shadows of Knight,
David Bowie,
Deakin,
Crime,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare,
MDC,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Young Marble Giants,
Tomorrow,
The Durutti Column,
Inner City,
The Tremeloes,
Yellowson,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.