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 Sweden and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
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 808 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 Alphaville to the techno 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Niagra,
Accadde A,
The Music Machine,
Marine Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fortunes,
Laurel Aitken,
Au Pairs,
The Modern Lovers,
Letta Mbulu,
The Litter,
Babytalk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joyce Sims,
Josef K,
Althea and Donna,
The Smiths,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Livin' Joy,
The Buckinghams,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hoover,
JFA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Technova,
The Moody Blues,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Womack,
ABBA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tres Demented,
The Residents,
Nils Olav,
E-Dancer,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Wyatt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fluxion,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
James Chance & The Contortions,
Andrew Hill,
the Sonics,
Das Ding,
Bootsy Collins,
Tears for Fears,
The Last Poets,
Youth Brigade,
Cal Tjader,
Q65,
Basic Channel,
Interpol,
Arab on Radar,
Shoche,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.