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 Belize and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare 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 Absolute Body Control to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Eric B and Rakim,
China Crisis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Andrew Hill,
Erasure,
Metal Thangz,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Foxx,
The Skatalites,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bootsy Collins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jimmy McGriff,
Johnny Clarke,
T.S.O.L.,
Pylon,
Shoche,
Marc Almond,
Eurythmics,
Rapeman,
Blossom Toes,
Crash Course in Science,
Liliput,
Fear,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Cale,
John Coltrane,
a-ha,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Livin' Joy,
Skaos,
Traffic Nightmare,
Franke,
Johnny Osbourne,
Q and Not U,
Howard Jones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Bananas,
Joensuu 1685,
Lalann,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeff Lynne,
Audionom,
Erykah Badu,
Charles Mingus,
Popol Vuh,
Scrapy,
The Buckinghams,
Qualms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Swell Maps,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bang On A Can,
Japan,
Porter Ricks,
Deakin,
Scion,
Flash Fearless,
The Real Kids,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.