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 Cyprus and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amon Düül,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arab on Radar,
Johnny Osbourne,
Angry Samoans,
Chris Corsano,
8 Eyed Spy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Rhythm & Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Residents,
Alton Ellis,
Deakin,
Soulsonic Force,
Althea and Donna,
Desert Stars,
Joe Smooth,
Audionom,
The Durutti Column,
Piero Umiliani,
The Velvet Underground,
Young Marble Giants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sarah Menescal,
Slick Rick,
The Remains,
Josef K,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bob Dylan,
Bronski Beat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hot Snakes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rod Modell,
the Germs,
The Selecter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Erasure,
Laurel Aitken,
Cheater Slicks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wings,
La Düsseldorf,
Donny Hathaway,
Jandek,
Toni Rubio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
MDC,
X-Ray Spex,
Cameo,
Davy DMX,
Joe Finger,
Dual Sessions,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.