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 San Marino and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
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 guitar 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 Patti Smith to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
The Young Rascals,
Donny Hathaway,
The Walker Brothers,
MDC,
Surgeon,
The Moleskins,
The Music Machine,
Boredoms,
Swell Maps,
Babytalk,
Joy Division,
Radiopuhelimet,
Slave,
48th St. Collective,
Masters at Work,
The Electric Prunes,
DNA,
Pantaleimon,
The Seeds,
Jacob Miller,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hardrive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nik Kershaw,
Chris Corsano,
Crash Course in Science,
The Monks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Main Source,
Gerry Rafferty,
R.M.O.,
Absolute Body Control,
Max Romeo,
Flipper,
Sex Pistols,
Todd Rundgren,
Nation of Ulysses,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Easy Going,
Stiv Bators,
Minor Threat,
Skarface,
10cc,
Connie Case,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radio Birdman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sarah Menescal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Tremeloes,
Kas Product,
Vainqueur,
LL Cool J,
Monolake,
Lou Christie,
Crooked Eye,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.