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 Lithuania and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 Rod Modell to the rap 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Ornette Coleman,
Warsaw,
Jeff Lynne,
JFA,
Oblivians,
Joy Division,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joey Negro,
New Order,
MDC,
Animal Collective,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soft Cell,
Grauzone,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moby Grape,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Coltrane,
Scrapy,
Roxette,
Arcadia,
Crash Course in Science,
The Red Krayola,
Peter and Kerry,
Lakeside,
Liliput,
Accadde A,
Byron Stingily,
DJ Style,
Jacques Brel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Althea and Donna,
ABC,
Simply Red,
Marc Almond,
Ralphi Rosario,
Maurizio,
Television,
Funky Four + One,
The Misunderstood,
Alice Coltrane,
Oneida,
Visage,
Scientists,
X-101,
Sandy B,
R.M.O.,
Dawn Penn,
Tommy Roe,
Sparks,
The American Breed,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
DNA,
Ice-T,
Idris Muhammad,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.