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 Norway and from New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Gories to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Marcia Griffiths,
H. Thieme,
Faraquet,
Freddie Wadling,
Davy DMX,
Gichy Dan,
Pulsallama,
The Blues Magoos,
Average White Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun Ra,
Mars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sonny Sharrock,
OOIOO,
Joey Negro,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Intrusion,
Sixth Finger,
The Sonics,
New Age Steppers,
U.S. Maple,
Alison Limerick,
The Count Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rekid,
Crash Course in Science,
Kas Product,
Infiniti,
Yellowson,
Morten Harket,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grey Daturas,
The Black Dice,
Tim Buckley,
Gabor Szabo,
John Foxx,
Scientists,
Theoretical Girls,
K-Klass,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pantytec,
Rhythm & Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Beau Brummels,
The Skatalites,
Von Mondo,
Symarip,
a-ha,
Flash Fearless,
Deepchord,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pagans,
Nils Olav,
Quando Quango,
Hardrive,
Erasure,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun City Girls,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.