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 Brunei and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Sound Behaviour,
Ice-T,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Index,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Byrd,
Matthew Bourne,
Joe Smooth,
New York Dolls,
The Electric Prunes,
Q65,
Kerrie Biddell,
Buzzcocks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultravox,
Barry Ungar,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter and Kerry,
Symarip,
Letta Mbulu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Swans,
the Germs,
Pulsallama,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Reuben Wilson,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cramps,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Hood,
Sun City Girls,
Black Bananas,
the Soft Cell,
Scion,
Harry Pussy,
ABC,
Jimmy McGriff,
JFA,
Yaz,
Pantytec,
Brass Construction,
Franke,
Roy Ayers,
Flipper,
the Normal,
June of 44,
Angry Samoans,
a-ha,
Sex Pistols,
Tears for Fears,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kas Product,
OOIOO,
Talk Talk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fatback Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Green,
Soulsonic Force,
Anakelly,
CMW,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.