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 Belgium and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 B.T. Express to the punk 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gap Band,
Rotary Connection,
Nik Kershaw,
Marc Almond,
Franke,
Alphaville,
Black Bananas,
Hoover,
Crooked Eye,
Lakeside,
Robert Wyatt,
The Young Rascals,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soft Cell,
Duran Duran,
The Leaves,
Shuggie Otis,
Jandek,
Pierre Henry,
Adolescents,
Crime,
Jacob Miller,
Sandy B,
a-ha,
Aural Exciters,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Seeds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Sherman,
Wire,
Loose Ends,
Josef K,
The Modern Lovers,
Ossler,
Interpol,
Trumans Water,
Scratch Acid,
Nils Olav,
Cybotron,
Black Sheep,
MDC,
The Buckinghams,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David Bowie,
Unrelated Segments,
Junior Murvin,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cure,
Schoolly D,
Das Ding,
Bill Near,
Bobby Byrd,
Youth Brigade,
Monolake,
Henry Cow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flash Fearless,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.