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 South Africa and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 OOIOO to the punk 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 Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Anakelly,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kerri Chandler,
Dave Gahan,
Little Man,
The Gladiators,
Maleditus Sound,
Lower 48,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nirvana,
Pussy Galore,
The Fall,
Sonny Sharrock,
Funkadelic,
Brothers Johnson,
Joe Finger,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Cale,
X-101,
the Sonics,
Dennis Brown,
Godley & Creme,
Kurtis Blow,
Excepter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
China Crisis,
Das Ding,
Jandek,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soul II Soul,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Echospace,
Mantronix,
Babytalk,
The Leaves,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wasted Youth,
Sugar Minott,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mojo Men,
The Gories,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Bananas,
Kayak,
Davy DMX,
Ossler,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Pop Group,
The Real Kids,
The Count Five,
Tom Boy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Iggy Pop,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neu!,
John Coltrane,
Barbara Tucker,
Pierre Henry,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.