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 Uganda and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Cameo to the electroclash 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Joyce Sims,
Angry Samoans,
Toni Rubio,
T. Rex,
Yaz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soft Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Janne Schatter,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gun Club,
This Heat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Duran Duran,
Joey Negro,
Pole,
Marshall Jefferson,
Derrick May,
Desert Stars,
June Days,
Deakin,
Sonic Youth,
Max Romeo,
The Busters,
Faraquet,
Mandrill,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Al Stewart,
Aloha Tigers,
Lindisfarne,
Sound Behaviour,
Marine Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Reuben Wilson,
Connie Case,
Don Cherry,
Urselle,
Oblivians,
Main Source,
Massinfluence,
Donald Byrd,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Litter,
Aural Exciters,
Radiohead,
the Sonics,
June of 44,
Ronnie Foster,
H. Thieme,
Mark Hollis,
Crash Course in Science,
New York Dolls,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cramps,
Talk Talk,
Bush Tetras,
Maleditus Sound,
Heaven 17,
Franke,
The Tremeloes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.