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 Libya and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Lou Reed 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 Mantronix to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Reuben Wilson,
The Evens,
Brass Construction,
Steve Hackett,
The Pretty Things,
Boz Scaggs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bill Wells,
Severed Heads,
China Crisis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pylon,
The Angels of Light,
Camberwell Now,
The Index,
The American Breed,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Moody Blues,
The Gories,
Judy Mowatt,
Brand Nubian,
Pierre Henry,
Ohio Players,
Jawbox,
the Bar-Kays,
The Kinks,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Görl,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ludus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nas,
ABBA,
Mary Jane Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bronski Beat,
Byron Stingily,
Black Pus,
Ultravox,
Funky Four + One,
Desert Stars,
The Golliwogs,
Black Bananas,
Panda Bear,
Stiv Bators,
The Young Rascals,
Swans,
Dead Boys,
Terry Callier,
Thee Headcoats,
John Foxx,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Banda Bassotti,
Kevin Saunderson,
Main Source,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.