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 Iraq and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Connie Case to the rap 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Ice-T,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Young Marble Giants,
Cal Tjader,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gun Club,
The Skatalites,
Boredoms,
The Gladiators,
Ohio Players,
Symarip,
Peter & Gordon,
Talk Talk,
The Grass Roots,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Heaven 17,
Delta 5,
Dennis Brown,
Joe Smooth,
Liliput,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Association,
Television,
Bill Near,
FM Einheit,
Sight & Sound,
Quadrant,
Jeff Lynne,
Soul II Soul,
Fugazi,
Mad Mike,
Alison Limerick,
John Coltrane,
Howard Jones,
Altered Images,
Tommy Roe,
Cameo,
The Dirtbombs,
Scientists,
Can,
Flipper,
Von Mondo,
John Foxx,
10cc,
James White and The Blacks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pylon,
Barrington Levy,
Tim Buckley,
The Saints,
David Axelrod,
Loose Ends,
Derrick Morgan,
Parry Music,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Blackbyrds,
Anakelly,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.