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 Eritrea and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Infiniti to the punk 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Smog,
Das Ding,
Althea and Donna,
David McCallum,
The Zeros,
Pere Ubu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The J.B.'s,
the Normal,
Yellowson,
James White and The Blacks,
Michelle Simonal,
The Blues Magoos,
Little Man,
ABBA,
Soul Sonic Force,
Henry Cow,
Nas,
The Moleskins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
AZ,
The Star Department,
Mark Hollis,
Soulsonic Force,
DNA,
These Immortal Souls,
Metal Thangz,
the Germs,
Kas Product,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
L. Decosne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
MC5,
Au Pairs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Todd Terry,
Matthew Bourne,
Swell Maps,
The Knickerbockers,
Country Teasers,
Maleditus Sound,
Pierre Henry,
48th St. Collective,
Eli Mardock,
The Walker Brothers,
Eurythmics,
Y Pants,
Robert Görl,
Junior Murvin,
Wally Richardson,
Gichy Dan,
Alison Limerick,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chris Corsano,
Yazoo,
ABC,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amon Düül,
Darondo,
Minny Pops,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.