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 Montenegro and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet 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 Pantaleimon to the grime 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Silicon Teens,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Faust,
The Kinks,
Mad Mike,
London Community Gospel Choir,
L. Decosne,
the Germs,
Amon Düül,
Rakim,
Henry Cow,
The Fuzztones,
The Flesh Eaters,
Monks,
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Fraelich,
Visage,
The J.B.'s,
Ituana,
Alison Limerick,
Yellowson,
Cheater Slicks,
Wolf Eyes,
Maleditus Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
Motorama,
Sun City Girls,
Tom Boy,
Groovy Waters,
The Last Poets,
The Five Americans,
Das Ding,
The Index,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bob Dylan,
Anakelly,
Symarip,
Japan,
The Sonics,
cv313,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gun Club,
D'Angelo,
Blossom Toes,
The Gladiators,
Dual Sessions,
Brick,
EPMD,
Hot Snakes,
Crash Course in Science,
Tommy Roe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jandek,
Shoche,
Buzzcocks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Motions,
Moss Icon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Grass Roots,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.