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 Brazil and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Monks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
A Certain Ratio,
Negative Approach,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Reagan Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Urselle,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pussy Galore,
Leonard Cohen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fela Kuti,
Newcleus,
Bang On A Can,
10cc,
Albert Ayler,
Thee Headcoats,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Grass Roots,
Blake Baxter,
The Gories,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jawbox,
The Mummies,
World's Most,
The Cure,
Lou Christie,
Wally Richardson,
Thompson Twins,
Blossom Toes,
The Cowsills,
Minnie Riperton,
Marine Girls,
Todd Terry,
Boz Scaggs,
kango's stein massive,
Lindisfarne,
Slave,
Pylon,
Pagans,
H. Thieme,
The Gladiators,
Qualms,
Gong,
Sound Behaviour,
Stetsasonic,
Ossler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Vogues,
Buzzcocks,
David McCallum,
Q65,
ABC,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Silicon Teens,
Marvin Gaye,
Lee Hazlewood,
Matthew Bourne,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.