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 Hungary 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 The Golliwogs to the punk 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Malaria!,
Wolf Eyes,
Make Up,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roy Ayers,
Charles Mingus,
Loose Ends,
June Days,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Neon Judgement,
The Angels of Light,
Skriet,
The Tremeloes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rosa Yemen,
The Five Americans,
Patti Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
Funky Four + One,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Liliput,
Soul II Soul,
John Cale,
Tubeway Army,
Peter and Kerry,
Scan 7,
Accadde A,
Delta 5,
Ituana,
Cymande,
The Alarm Clocks,
James White and The Blacks,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ossler,
David McCallum,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Silicon Teens,
the Swans,
Cal Tjader,
The Durutti Column,
The Smoke,
The Vogues,
Stiv Bators,
Television,
The Leaves,
Sparks,
Brass Construction,
Pole,
Vladislav Delay,
Aloha Tigers,
Negative Approach,
Theoretical Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Trojans,
Sound Behaviour,
the Sonics,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.