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 Bahrain and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Black Sheep to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
F. McDonald,
R.M.O.,
The Residents,
Q65,
Arab on Radar,
Slave,
Marc Almond,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jacques Brel,
Inner City,
Model 500,
Mr. Review,
Excepter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bluetip,
Yaz,
Piero Umiliani,
Al Stewart,
Barry Ungar,
Make Up,
Skaos,
Brothers Johnson,
Symarip,
Hot Snakes,
Fluxion,
Moby Grape,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skriet,
Grauzone,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Vogues,
Sarah Menescal,
Zero Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Mission of Burma,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bad Manners,
MDC,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Techniques,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Saccharine Trust,
The Wake,
AZ,
Deakin,
Amon Düül,
Mad Mike,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pantaleimon,
The Stooges,
the Slits,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thompson Twins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alton Ellis,
Whodini,
The Fuzztones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.