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 Oman and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 Patti Smith to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Ornette Coleman,
Aloha Tigers,
The J.B.'s,
Harry Pussy,
Eurythmics,
Angry Samoans,
Marmalade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stereo Dub,
Alison Limerick,
ABC,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joyce Sims,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chris & Cosey,
Sandy B,
Roxette,
The Fugs,
Wasted Youth,
JFA,
The Smiths,
Pole,
The Angels of Light,
Rufus Thomas,
Gichy Dan,
Mo-Dettes,
E-Dancer,
Rod Modell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Basic Channel,
Ten City,
The Skatalites,
Adolescents,
Excepter,
Unwound,
Yazoo,
Pierre Henry,
Avey Tare,
Idris Muhammad,
The Zeros,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Green,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Section 25,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Byrd,
The Young Rascals,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Selecter,
Stiv Bators,
Simply Red,
Masters at Work,
Youth Brigade,
Monks,
The Mojo Men,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mandrill,
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.