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 Sri Lanka 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Five Americans to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
A Certain Ratio,
The Five Americans,
Wasted Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nik Kershaw,
Minnie Riperton,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minor Threat,
The Gories,
Bush Tetras,
The Cramps,
Freddie Wadling,
Hot Snakes,
Godley & Creme,
Cecil Taylor,
Fatback Band,
Suicide,
The Slackers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Womack,
Babytalk,
The Litter,
Infiniti,
Henry Cow,
Parry Music,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Slick Rick,
Agitation Free,
Spandau Ballet,
Neu!,
Scan 7,
the Soft Cell,
The Wake,
The Count Five,
The Techniques,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vainqueur,
Marmalade,
Sun Ra,
Eric B and Rakim,
The United States of America,
Sound Behaviour,
Kayak,
Traffic Nightmare,
MC5,
Rod Modell,
Chris Corsano,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Moon,
Bad Manners,
Soul II Soul,
The J.B.'s,
Television Personalities,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sällskapet,
Magazine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
AZ,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.