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 Andorra and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Second Layer 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Rotary Connection,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Make Up,
Crash Course in Science,
The Neon Judgement,
Negative Approach,
Godley & Creme,
Suicide,
Shoche,
Metal Thangz,
Jeff Lynne,
This Heat,
Black Pus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marvin Gaye,
kango's stein massive,
David Bowie,
Byron Stingily,
The Grass Roots,
The Move,
Eli Mardock,
Isaac Hayes,
H. Thieme,
Marcia Griffiths,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minor Threat,
Slick Rick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sound Behaviour,
Kenny Larkin,
The Count Five,
Easy Going,
Sparks,
Livin' Joy,
The Gap Band,
LL Cool J,
Interpol,
Audionom,
Unwound,
The Victims,
Japan,
The Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Ituana,
Dawn Penn,
Radio Birdman,
Fear,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Anakelly,
Mandrill,
Wally Richardson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mantronix,
Alison Limerick,
Section 25,
Wire,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.