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 Egypt and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Roxette to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Simply Red,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mandrill,
Ludus,
The Trojans,
Section 25,
Angry Samoans,
Quadrant,
Archie Shepp,
Dead Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Toasters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Skatalites,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tropical Tobacco,
Buzzcocks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Warren Ellis,
Mad Mike,
Bang On A Can,
Siglo XX,
Absolute Body Control,
Swans,
The Red Krayola,
The J.B.'s,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marine Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thee Headcoats,
MDC,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Iggy Pop,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boredoms,
Khruangbin,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Womack,
Morten Harket,
Man Parrish,
Pantytec,
the Slits,
Kool Moe Dee,
L. Decosne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roxy Music,
Schoolly D,
Lou Christie,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Modern Lovers,
Joyce Sims,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Beau Brummels,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.