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 Switzerland and from Portland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 the Germs to the rock 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
The Monochrome Set,
Danielle Patucci,
Ken Boothe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Duran Duran,
The Five Americans,
Interpol,
Magazine,
Depeche Mode,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Last Poets,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Underground Resistance,
PIL,
Stiv Bators,
the Fania All-Stars,
Outsiders,
Procol Harum,
L. Decosne,
Pulsallama,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quando Quango,
Joyce Sims,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soul II Soul,
Sparks,
Soft Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
Jacques Brel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hoover,
cv313,
Accadde A,
June Days,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eden Ahbez,
Das Ding,
Panda Bear,
Bronski Beat,
Y Pants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arab on Radar,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Evens,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Real Kids,
JFA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Graham Central Station,
Rod Modell,
The Blackbyrds,
Bob Dylan,
Yazoo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.