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 Netherlands and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Spoonie Gee to the punk 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
The Busters,
Man Parrish,
Subhumans,
Morten Harket,
Accadde A,
The Real Kids,
Los Fastidios,
the Slits,
The Names,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Sonics,
B.T. Express,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare,
T. Rex,
Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Searchers,
Amon Düül,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grey Daturas,
Silicon Teens,
H. Thieme,
Japan,
Joey Negro,
Sonic Youth,
Bob Dylan,
Hasil Adkins,
Television Personalities,
PIL,
Minny Pops,
Kerri Chandler,
Joy Division,
Archie Shepp,
X-102,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joe Smooth,
Q and Not U,
Darondo,
EPMD,
The Cramps,
Lungfish,
Slick Rick,
Charles Mingus,
The Litter,
Swell Maps,
A Certain Ratio,
the Germs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Swans,
Roger Hodgson,
Zero Boys,
The Five Americans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
K-Klass,
Vainqueur,
The Red Krayola,
Barry Ungar,
Sparks,
Slave,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.