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 Netherlands and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Sarah Menescal to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Michelle Simonal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Moon,
Von Mondo,
Henry Cow,
Simply Red,
PIL,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Associates,
Bobby Byrd,
Amon Düül II,
UT,
Chrome,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-102,
Amon Düül,
Robert Görl,
Shoche,
Silicon Teens,
Rod Modell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Iggy Pop,
Bobbi Humphrey,
T.S.O.L.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Happenings,
Soft Cell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Altered Images,
Ossler,
The Leaves,
Heaven 17,
Talk Talk,
Los Fastidios,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Moleskins,
Panda Bear,
Bush Tetras,
Livin' Joy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Erasure,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Average White Band,
The Tremeloes,
Blake Baxter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pulsallama,
Sarah Menescal,
DNA,
Faust,
Barrington Levy,
Accadde A,
Hot Snakes,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Cale,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.