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 Micronesia and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Kerri Chandler to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aswad,
Sunsets and Hearts,
cv313,
Gang of Four,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harmonia,
The Golliwogs,
Tim Buckley,
Animal Collective,
K-Klass,
The Slackers,
Bronski Beat,
Au Pairs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fall,
Clear Light,
Zapp,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bad Manners,
10cc,
Reagan Youth,
Half Japanese,
Derrick May,
The Dave Clark Five,
Niagra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terry Callier,
Sällskapet,
The Dirtbombs,
Harry Pussy,
Chrome,
Ponytail,
Sight & Sound,
Jacob Miller,
In Retrospect,
Warsaw,
David Bowie,
The Fortunes,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Hood,
Yaz,
Eddi Front,
Neu!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pylon,
Slave,
Surgeon,
The Fire Engines,
The Names,
Steve Hackett,
The Cowsills,
Max Romeo,
Pantaleimon,
Ronan,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.